I’m drowning.
Pushing me under,
Holding me down,
I’m worthless.

I’m clawing for the surface.
Desperation
Panic
Begging for release,
I’m nothing.

I see your face at the top.
Smiling
Gloating
Malicious
You want me to die.

You're nothing, you say.
You're just a puppet for my amusement, you say.
I’m just here to please your desires,
My needs don’t matter.
I’m an object in your eyes.

Our entire relationship was me drowning
And all you did was stand by
You watched me struggle to stay above
And you just laughed
And held me down.

no caboose
just more train
and the miles between us
and yesterday. the diamond fetus.
the ecstatic clay
with the breath blown in
and a tangle of angels
looting the epiphanies
Amen.

Days are optional. Nights are mandatory
you can eat your fun and spin puns in the doldrums of your fondest plunge
into naked earth. your cackling wheel, spinning geek in the first sun
of a night kingdom. a purged baguette.
a sprig of blunder
where the fumes are nimble
and the heart a lost cause
just because.

And Ennui Go...
our curmudgeon's malaise is strapped to an anvil cloud of distinct mist. He trundles through the eye of a needle in his Eye. He blinks when God says " Nothing ". And the choir in his soul is late for rehearsal every minute of the daze. our curmudgeon's malaise is strapped to an anvil cloud if distinct mist. He trundles through the eye of a needle in his Eye. He blinks when God says " Nothing ". And the choir in his soul is late for rehearsal every minute of the daze.

I hope your guilt consumes you.

i tried to reach for the stars,
but it only left me with scars.

with whale songs in your dreams

you submarine at new depths

asleep, you comb the fathoms of a bottomless speck of nectar

in your mind you see a golden dot of honey

quivering on the marble lips of an unknown goddess

cut

from a single slab of old soul, by a master

dwelling anonymous in your cavernous psyche.

seems he left it near a dead fountain, near a cliff above your heart

from here

you can see your ocean trembling on her lower lip in the ghost light

of your beautiful dream

you can almost see your submarine descending in amber

so your eye returns, and you take the helm

alone

you dive, a shimmering glint     at rest

on a statue's parted mouth

awash in whale song and brief glimpses of long lost memories

so you take note      of their migration

but your camera has gone missing

as you somehow knew it would.



as you somehow knew it would.