Edited poetry - February 26, 2002

It spurted out
an accident
a gushing fountain
I didn't mean to I didn't mean to I didn't mean to
I didn't want to
Yet it is
And I am soaked in the drenching aftermath
With the valve no longer shut,
The flowing surrounds me,
building up at my feet
my ankles,
my knees
my waist
If only I could shut of the tap,
stop the flow
my chest
a gulp of air
a sigh
my own fault
my own careless failt
my neck
and I am surrounded
Drowning in my mistake,
Clutching at the unclutchable in an attempt to
get me out
And it sinks in
That I will sink
And I do.