Poetry – Countdown

Six!
(countdown)
Five!
(until)
Four!
(my)
Three!
(next)
Two!
(breakdown)
One!
DAMN.

Poetry – Seasick Bathing

The bathroom wall moves.
It ripples and sways
with the mournful, desolate
sound of the radio.

Ocean blues and greens
meant to calm
only inspire vertigo.
What are those things
I see? 
Leaves? Seashells?
Jealous sea foam?

I lay back,
releasing my grip
as the tub empties
and my consciousness
follows
circling slowly,
among the dirty water
before it all disappears
down the drain
together.