When the flood gets me down
I go down and drown
cigarette ashes on the tabletop
one whiskey bottle, half emptied
one more night and
one more song to sing
On my New Year’s Diversion I
snuck out of the flood and
came to the snow maker instead
hidden deep in the earth, inside
some hills, Peterborough, the snow maker
and it was in Peterborough I rested
from the flood: And I rested for four days
from the flood and then
I went back to the flood and
floated around on my pigskin belly.
Ian David Arlett
Peterborough Poets 