Bobbing
In the dark
Ocean at night
Heavy weight
Eye shine
Bouncy wave
Nighttime

Bricks on top of me
One by one
Click clack ting
My heart
Beat
Beat
…

She doesn’t know that she is the best parts
She doesn’t know what perfect means
A heart of gold and a red temper

A loud quiet in the country
The same birds making the same sounds
The same wind chimes banging around
The wind almost always never calms down
Waiting to hear your car on the gravel
The least lonely of the sounds
A quiet loud in the city
The jets whistle
While the cars hum
And a dog barks in the distance but not too much
Never alone in a place full of so many strangers

Lights off
Door closed
Head on desk

I spin
Into
Oblivion
Into
Situations
That I think I should
A blueprint
I created myself
From tvs and movies
All is lost if nothing else
I do everything

Split from the root of an ivy
Your past flows through me too
Deep black ink sinking into me
from my brain
to my shoes