forms

i don't want to be a geyser
flashing in and out of notice
everybody either waiting or forgetting
until - oh!
and then - oh...
it's not the fountain life for me,
either. all that consistency
and peaceful put-togetherness
and so it flows - ahh
and tomorrow again - ahh...
i would volunteer to be the ocean
but when i peek my head beneath
the waves, the depths strike fear in me.
i shiver
i surface
rivers - too poetic
whirlpools - too nihilistic
lakes too rife with mystery
sewers too unsanitary
it's easy to forget the water in me
formed in the shape of a human being
i start yearning for greater liquidity
forgetting the moon has its way with me