some are green some are blue
if this hill is falling then so are you

well



me too

An adventurer I was
wandering the moors of a misty marsh
and you a naiad
through whose thick water I came to wade
effortlessy enthralled I was
loosed to your depths
a moonlit lure in that still and starless night

There are some things very satisfying, laying down in a tub

Feeling the hard wet surface bear you
lingering warmth taken slowly as
edges again sharpen

Listening to the shower head drip
with out rhythm until the faucet opens
expelling water in the pipe
between the two

Watching a drop on the thin metal rim idle
waiting for solidarity to fall free
echoing through it’s enamel cask
to it’s end

I don’t want to clear my mind. I
want it to be muddled with all sorts
of feelings and desire
garish and overbearing
denying
Compelling me to-
from it;
my thoughts moving until my body lurches forth
pacing the packets,
to race against the latency of being alive
make me weigh a thousand tons
a thousand thousand tons

so that I fall concomitant

with them