WATERSHED

I dreamt I was walking in the mountains where I came to, in fact was in the flow of, river rapids with a massive waterfall ahead and certain death. As I made my way back I thought to call a lesbian I once knew to helicopter airlift me with the coordinates from my cellphone’s GPS footprint. I then came to a bar called the Indian word for peace (?) and the barman wrote the phone number down in chalk on a black board with the name of the bar.

LIFE LINES

Victims
Of volatility
Vituperation
And invective
Verbally eviscerated
By vicissitudes
Wounded
With vicious words
My vitality drained
Evidence
Etched into my sad
And haggard visage
Determined
As I turn
To leave