Recognising Space and Time in Bathroom affairs.
The bath holds 40 gallons of water
yet I only displace 86 Kilograms
when I dive headlong.
From deep underwater I look and see
the blurred blue/grey of a ceiling
much in need of painting.
My hand reaches for the soap, brush
the lather enough to ruin ten years
of decomposition at the sewage plant.
The razor is sharp to the nth degree
still I apply it gingerly to red whiskers
the blood dripping that of carelessness.
I measure the distance from the bath to the toilet
then with simple ease slide a hook shot
and kerplonk!! bull’s-eye (“disposable razor” it says).
The water spirals down the drain clockwise
yet in the northern hemisphere its opposite,
I watch the water and dream weather forecasts.
The fallen heroes of Hair stick to the lathered sides
standing testament of the good fight, warrior
leaving it all for someone else to clear


