Streams (poem #9)
art by @harpo_marxist
Seeping through the days haze
I flow down the city sewer
On my way to the great ocean
I lose a piece of my identity.
Jealous of the Sting Rays and Trout
I've taken a brand new form
Their freedom is what I most desire
So long my Christian name, I'm gone.
Sludge and shit sift through my stream
Maybe I am not meant to have a life
Purposely flowing to build up others
Sacrificing clarity for sincerity.
I am now together with Big Blue
Surgically attached, expanding it's size
Now I realize all streams flow together
One's identity is never just that of itself.