Dull Drown

I feel content. Like a fatted calf.
Empty headed and tired I keep going.
One more day and one more day and another
all slip past and away dying
one by one
only only the desire for-
blank.
Meaningless syllables tumble like iced water
roaring past your tonsils and tongue.
Drips bead onto my eyelashes.
My eyes are open and clear
so I can look at you.
The world is wavered. I am under the water
looking up at you.