Crime Scene By Mike Watts

I'm sinking my cold Bare flesh into the hot shock Of clear, steaming water, And as I hit the enamel A sudden burst of yellow Mushroom's out From between my legs: The relief's incredible, Intense, like a surprise Death-row pardon, And as it encircles me I have a thought: I reckon that I've Been shit on Just about everyday Of my entire Working life. But it's Saturday morning And it's no big deal And I'm content To be sitting here - lassoed By my own piss In my own bath... Except today It's not my own bath: Today there are two Lots of towels A pink razor And different shampoos, And today I'm at the tap-end And she's unclipping Her bra, And I'm using The back of my hand As a paddle, Distracting her With talk of shopping, Before she kicks Off her knickers And joins me In the soothing heat Of a terrible secret.

Copyright Mike Watts 2008

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