Derunk cunt

“bathe”

My arms drapped over
Its pearl white sides
And heavy knuckles
Wrapping on the
Floor boards.

My penis stands up
With the buoyancy
Of the water
And his blood pink,
water logged
And wrinkled tip
Looks like
Donut mix
Squeezed from a
Pastry cone.

A flannelette over
My face
I wonder why I write
Such fauvist poems

And then pretend
Im a famous writer
And that people
Care.

Then I piss in the bath.

Its clear so the colour
Doesn’t change.

It’s exactly the same thing.

Over and over
Again.