Water Slide

-Why do you lack company?

-I've slid for some time,
 half-choked on recirculated
 water.


-Where?

-It is dark, the tunnel
 twists and my elbows
 knock against plastic
 walls that echo.


-You are long-winded.

-Easy breathing too often suffocates.


-Have you tried to escape?

-I sometimes enjoy
 the percussion that hints
 at an outside, but
 it is likely dreary.


-Au contraire! I
 am happy there,
 where conversation
 nightly over port
 soothes.

-Port has taste,
 but it drowns.