When pain becomes an ocean my brain becomes a boat, i brave the waves that attempt to sink my ship then cope. Sirens sing in foreign places which i cannot see, im lost at sea. Now the cold has frosted me.

I found the voice that vocalized its seering pain by will, for some to find while others grind behind with lacking skill. She spoke with me her words of hearty wisdom helped me rise. I left my ship and ocean to became one with the skys.

If I carved the words "I love you"
into every inch of my skin,
would you believe them?
Would you believe me?

If I painted a picture of my heart
with the very blood that it pumps,
would you cherish it?
Would you cherish me?

If I promised that there was no one else,
that there was only you,
would you accept that?
Would you accept me?

Her voice all wind chime
Her hair wind dressed electricity
Galaxy bright presence behind those lips
To match her constellation built freckles
Finding chimera laid in her gracious green eyes
This woman has become
My favorite subject to study

Three!

Scientists stare at microbes
As we stare at humans and ants,
Sinks beneath the great dimensional wave
That is the cosmos.
Thinner and thinner I become.

Two!

This moment captured and caged,
In this sinking ship,
We’re in the brig now!
Our eyes and ears condensed
And all things.
What are we now?
Little bear? Great bear? Orion? Jupiter?

One!

We were perpetuated by hope.
Encouraged by discovery
But forever glossed over by our
Incompetence and our inadequacies.
In facing death we turned to look up at the stars.
We dared to dream,
And now we dream
Of humans and ants trapped on a sphere
In the great Galactic ocean.

Lift Off!


The space between rocks.

I imagine a starlit night,
Orion staring intently at her
Puckered Cupid’s bow,
Singing treacherous melodies.

Further and further
I sink below these nefarious tides.
Happy natives sending good tidings
And binding themselves to relatives like
A calm embrace.
Further still she calls as
My neck sinks bellow the waves.

As if a lonely café weren’t bad enough
With its awkward barista.
No, no, don’t tell me lies,
It was you that poured that last goblet
Full of wine and drank it all.
Sit and wait, do not make me sign the paper.
Don’t embrace or cover yourself with me.
Do not oppress me with your bended knee,
I want answers!

The spell has been broken and
I am Macbeth.