Shower themes

My foot has gone asleep
I weep for her to speak
to shake the stingy sleep
wake across my magic ship.

The winds they run blind
into cliffs that line my mind
come weary of the same ol grind
the timid stars and bubbling signs.

Wined and dined
the kilometers in time
salmon pieces on the plate
palate cured by the crime.

Touched by the clowns stride
cried the funny man outside
holding cheers from the crowds
the putrid dirty hide inside.

Sometimes you just don’t get it do you?
Sometimes you just wish that you knew...