Love is a drainage ditch

you've fallen into
you thought the water felt nice
you thought you'd stay
just for a moment
to see how it felt
and the next thing you knew
that moment turned into a few
days and then weeks
and pretty soon
you lost legs for the land
you forgot how to stand
you decided the ditch
was just plain grand
but what the hell are you to do
when the sun the drainage dries
and dusty buzzing with lies
you are left with the shadows
of your dreams
and the turkey buzzards circling above
laugh while you die
all because of love.

written summer 2003
I find this poem HILARIOUS