house plants

Walking through the leaves cracking beneath the feet
With no will and no legs to keep up the pace.
Some people only go to that side of town to get more drugs.
There is a slight chance of rain.
Clouds pace around in the sky,
Back and forth, to the drugstore for more pills. 
Any river with a grin on it’s teeth will due.
A place for the salmon to shiver in the cold,
For me to piss and for you to bathe.
Too much carbon dioxide in the room,
A house plant waiting to die,
Cannot breathe and then it bends.