cold bath

hollow spirits in the water clinging to skin like the dead springs making the ripples cold sucking at the tight end of a spliff dripping pools of water onto the porous pages of a book the plastic cover wrinkles red mirage awes the black and another bead runs down the arm one and half eyes lazily scanning, absorbing, retaining parts of sentences, stomach rumbles, phone vibrates and the brain opens like pandora's box in reverse, sucking in the stark truths of noises, sights and reality...........