here we are on the brink again

the sinks won't close,
they hold back
with a whine

we're on the edge, we're edgy
we play
palsey and polio
brands of our grandparents

right now, this millenium,
we have less dirt,
less shit in our faces,
less gingham and twine
more porcelain more porcini
more granite floors
less aprons but we're exactly the same
100% bdsm
and we're not even faster.

we hold back all the time
hear voices in the water,
we fall over the edge
black tadpoles on a dam.