Soaking

i go to sleep in my street
clothes
i dream about work
and mean-spirited
foes
i shout when it comes to
blows
and run
into the thick of the
throes

these days are all
the same
the push and pull seems
not to tame
but exacerbate
the pain
i long to stay
sane

and then a moment
stolen
by chance
away from the
rants
the endless needs
the constant stance

in the water
i float
i sink
around my knees a
moat
far away hangs the coat

escape

the bubbles fade
the water falls
cascades

my mind is clear
my moment so long
it's as if you are here
listenin' to a
rare song

though it ain't coming back
that love
that i lack
that i hold on to
in the deepest  black
and the shouting comes back
on
cue

and it's back to what i
need to do
turn off the tap