I lay
in a hot
bath
but the seal
in the
stopper
leaked
and the water
went down
(and I
with it,
too):
and once under-
neath the tub
I looked
up
at a light
the shape
of a ring
coming
through
the drain,
but there was
a tugging
on me,
a weight
pulling me
down:
and the ring
got smaller,
the light
went out,
and I thought
this
must be
the end

of the poem.

Blog post title from the song by The Smiths of the same name.

Berlin, Feb. ’16

Categories: poetry, writing

Tags: humor, poem, poetry, The Smiths, William Pearse writer