A Bath

A Bath

A crusty sun sets like grout on a wet winter day. The world around me seems tired and frayed. I want to bathe the poor beast, but my bathtub is not large enough. A four dimensional homeless wanderer wearing a beige trench coat and chartreuse Mickey Mouse bikini bottoms suggests that cleansing starts from within. I listen to his sermon with a demonic smile from my judgmental bouquet of Irish Spring and Axe body spray. Resurrection seems like a lofty concept, but it’s really just a matter of the dead choosing to live again. I’ll begin right now by dunking my head into a public fountain and coming up with a mouth full of penny-wishes; baptism is an excellent spiritual appetizer. The next course could be far more drastic. I need to buy a fancier chainsaw. With the proper eye and a steady hand my soul could be transmogrified into a prize-winning ice sculpture. Tell the kids to bring some cherry syrup.

Reviews

[OT]

that picture looked different to I expected when I zoomed in - from extremely creepy old woman/joker's mum ha to crazy statue - poem wise - this seethes with apathy - "world around seems tired and frayed" - "bathtub is not large enough" - the attack almost at the end - spectacle - bring the syrup!! nice!

[Kerry O'Connor]

You wield your chainsaw with unerring precision. This is sooo cold. Brrrrr!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This did make me laugh. Something so harsh, brutal yet somehow lighthearted. A strong take on something which should be so serious. Great as always!

[cfix]

"Mickey Mouse bikini bottoms" Very cute line here.
This is cute and wonderful, nice write!