city flood

Puffy black coffin coats
Drowning eyelash clusters
Blurry feet hesitate
Then, squirming
Become one
With the mismatched
Polluted oceans
Spotting the city
Like tear stains
inner tube feet
Become sinking boats
Rain glazed strands
Of runaway hair
Line my complexion
With soggy worry
Like the withered worms
Making their way
To watery hell
I’ll squish back to you
Sigh, bite my lip
The bottom one
Red like your hair
My bloated notebook
Greets my trash can
At its overcast funeral
Before I say goodbye
I write
The city swims
In sadness
The words bleed
But so does my lip