Bathtubphobia

Bathtubphobia

by Ryan Phillips

You taunting, childish..."quailesk" figure.

One you see in a tiled palace

Romand and Champagne

Or

as I call it

Unkown to anyone else

A drainig machine

Sucking the juice right out of me

And swadling my two plus two body

in a

Cradle of plush

With five, six, seven jumping sheep

And

A feminine bull leaping over Luna.

You taste like my tantrusm,

Exhausting and useless.

With a hunt of punishment

My undeveloped twelve year old molars

And taste buds

Cringing with the memory of an anti-myth,

Reality.

Sudsy sadness

You taste

Clean

Once I sink in to toddler torture,

I'm forced to play with you,

Bobbing up and down

Never drowning,

NEVER!

What did ya' cost,

One ninety nine?

Squishy, flexible, squeaky

Indestructible

I hold you in my small, fragile hands

Feeling

Paco's teeth marks,

Still not popped.

It's hopeless.

Fresh like baby powder,

Shampoo and Mommy's favorite bath bubbles.

You smell old, like Grandpa

His flabby, chicken neck sags

Wrinkles like a rake in the sand,

My Thanksgiving mashed potatoes

What's left

He's wise

Forever wise.

Not like you

I learned you from the alphabet book

B is for Boy, like me

C is for Cat,

D is for...you.

I'm wise, too

Like grandpa

I love him

Not you

Mommy and Grandma say you sound

Quack, Quack

Dad and Grandpa say

Bang, Bang dinner

To me,

You sound discrete

Silent like a ninja

LIke me on Christmas morning

Santa came! Santa came!

But your voice can get

Annoying

Like me

You know,

You're not too bad

Enjoyable,

Silimar

Understanding

Compatible.

I've changed my ways

I surrender

Raise the white flag, well

Yellow

And give you a proper handshake

Like Mrs. Jenkins told us

You and I, are one in the same.