"sitting in a standing shower"

a jackknife to the tendon
of toleration
keep your head to your knees
and hope to forget everything
close your eyes tight and don't
fight the sensation
begin to imagine
where you're going the
the sun bathes the canopy
and curtains any shame
yeah, everyday it rains and
everything knows pain
and everyone looks nothing
remotely close to the same
your throat is dry and you
thirst to survive by the fittest
in lush greens and still danger
a thrill for the will to collide
with life
water beats at your back and you want to
go, leave the world intact and in tact
sitting in a standing shower
but not before
the cold bite of your tile floor
raises hell across your spine