Like A Fish Poem by Justin Houseman

I would breath water,
Coughing up marbles
To float up top like

Iced bullets burning
At the back of my throat.
Cough! Cough! Achoo!

Bless yourself. I am
Lead, I am lead, sinking
Down the flooded drain.

I must, I must refrain
From honesty, or I
Would flood the sink.

I would flood the whole
Room with the truth.
Pull the stopper now.

The whirlpool flows
Already, twisting down
To the sewers. Truth

Goes sinking down with
Sin, down to where the
Trash of ages lives.

Truth weighs down the
Sky like the fat around
Your waist, and I, I say,

“At last! ” arriving at
My cremation, when my
Ashes go down the drain.

We're all living in a fish bowl.