Weird Fish in a Dead-End Pool

In turquoise pools warmed

by sun and piss, I splashed

and churned, looking 

to escape monotony

and scripted hopeless

life that led to nowhere.

Wasn’t that the place

to be when not at 

Foster’s Freeze

or Taco Hell.

No escape hatch,

no questions asked.

Or answered.

But still, it was 

a simple life

if I ignored my mind

that melted like

the ice cream

in the waxy cup.

published in Prolific Pulse