Bath Water

Revolution is a bathtub hobby of mine. 
I let my steam collect on the sticky green ceiling.

The water grows tepid, 
as I thunder through bloody thoughts. 

Gold half glimpsed through darkness, 
I think it's candle light.

There is something precious, 
caressed in the folds of my naked body. 

I fist my heart, 
I can feel the resignation, 
in it's beat. 

I want to explode.     

I solved climate change 
I decentralized socialism.  
I satirized western civilization, 
and God. 

I recited my biography, 
into the drain.