Knife And Boat

Like the banana peel 
thrown on the sidewalk, you 
come across the life. 
And you still go on, in the― 
search of moonlight― 
without pills. 
The drugged sleep. 
Unorthodoxly you insult 
the sun. And one-liners 
go abegging for the listeners. 

You are talking to your 
peers now, long dead. 
Fair amount of water, is 
needed to sink. 
The river merchant has brought 
no fish.