I sat at the bottom of the pool
miles away from the turmoil and spray
where the day just warmed me
my fingers played on the tiles
illuminated in tantalizing fractals of sunlight
and apart from burning of my lungs
I was at peace, observing, quite separated from the noise.

Now I sit at the bottom of life
there is a joy in observing, not sharing,
the struggles of others
I could so easily swim up, it is within my reach- no
so until I drown, down here in the effortless depths
I am glad, to sit,
and watch the victors thrash to stay afloat

when every song
hums your name

you would be so violent
so hot and bright
that the gum
would boil on the pavements

he is the fire
the burning, the flame
he is the downpour
and he is the rain
he is the sun
that's warming the sane
and I feel so lucky
that know his name
for now he is branded
inside of my brain

can that girl
live on tobacco and honey
her grey eyes
walk to the leaky church
at midday
she is like her brother
but her lips drip with glass

she will not be extinguished
for her aura is an atmosphere

the sunlight toiling on
my night time skin
you stretch me, cover me
in morning kisses
drench me with orange
monarch butterflies
your warm voice
as the bristling sun crests the window sill
is the only thing i live for

she had grey eyes in the tree
she was looking at me
as we sat on the sidewalk
she kissed the graze on my knee