bath in which i drowni lie down on stomach before god
unravel soul all over
& it flutters in the wind
like the wings
of some immensely graceful bird
the commas are wrong,there are no faces in heaven or hell,i learned that
when i was four – three – two – sixteen in a church pew
because(is it funny i can remember the exact day my mother told me our pastor
cheated on his wife with the sunday school director?)am i utilitarian diamond
toes,little feet and fingertips until it transcends into generic philosophy.
none of us are special,you know.
i don’t remember who told me you are not unique but then i read it in a
book with tattered pages and it tasted beautiful. cynicism is for they who have
suffered,i know no loss,or the worst brand of misery,how can
i(white sixteen suburban upper mid
sometimes i hate mewhen i die,
i want to become the beach.
my skin will burst into sand
that knows just how to sing
and i'll exchange my blood
for clear lake water
with nothing to hide.
swap my bones for driftwood
with all the rough edges
i never could reach sanded
down and weathered away.
take apart my very dna
and string me out, unraveled.
make of me seaweed.
and as the final touch
stick the sun inside my heart
so i'll burn and shine
like nothing ever has before.
i will rise and fall
with some order, and finally
become something beautiful.
Drink The SeaTonight, after your medicines
capsize you, after you sink
into the churning depths of sleep,
I am going to walk down
to the shore of the sea,
down past the white sand dunes,
down past sandspur and panic
grass, down to the dark wet.
Whatever chemical dreams
you dream, they will comfort you
long enough for me to fall
on my knees, put my head
against the soaking sand
and crash headlong into the surf.
I'm going to open my mouth
as wide as it will go,
and let the ocean rush in.
I'll drink deep, swallow gallons
and gallons of sea and shells
and galleons rotting under the waves.
All the humpbacked whales
and shark-stuck suckerfi
Hope everyone is doing well. <3