RIO

What it was the river said I don't know
but there's the feeling that for every drop that flows
there's a body.  Is it chance that I hold 
these rails by the river?
(Or is it maybe theater?)
Or maybe all the time I have throughout the day?
You see today
I had a job at the factory 'till he said no
but I don't have his courage and I don't go,
won't go home because it doesn't belong to me:
the papers to prove it overdue last week,
just like my wife, girlfriend (long-term fuck?) 
she hates me regardless,
I don't feel like breaking chairs, faces,
watch my knuckles turn red.
What it was the river said
the day I swam here from there
I hear:
A drop into the water.