the river is not angry as it stumbles to the sea
tall grass grown so high in my absence
outcome of drinking three weeks binge
of daily torrential plum rain downpours
the river passes its muddy torrent
holding back none of the pain
in life i must be the same
hissing wind sings a song
masking what was going on
birds' wings batter the sky like a ladder
swoop through tree limbs and in the river patter
the muddy journey set for me
tossed houses like pebbles downstream
in life's evil uprooted foundations
wisps breeze passed currents climbing hills
as scooter mufflers grind the night
driving drunken on the way to fights
in flights from what is naturally given
unaware of a river's blissful dream
the mock we see of liberty
unrestrained power crushing mercilessly
walking man can walk without a cane
bikes can be ridden without fashion
consciousnesses changeable without ration
like a river sweeping silt to its rocky bottom
caressing boulders of obstruction
progressive forward motion i know
but unlike a river, i can grow
tossed by upward drafts and cast upon the shore
pests are thrown upon their backs
wiggling writhing legs in death's throes
i watch them struggle to upright themselves
in the river's blind expulsion of impurities
keeping none of the vile within its flow
as in life, to parasites, no mercy goes
eyes on the road and hands on the handlebar
riding the river like hugging my lover
heading for a good time home
oblivious to tracks i left behind
like a river, deaf to what i am told
feeling every trace of you on me
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