I want to run in a field
holding hands
with you

uncomfortably unsure
so unstable is being content
one minute so sure the next not

the utmost unrest lies within the gut
what was solid is loose
what was safe is confining

one contaminant
one seed planted can uproot
the entire foundation

such a fanatic into a heretic
there is no such thing as permanence
and those in the wake will hurt

oh rotting flower
oh how pretty you look sitting in your vase
how nice of your purple pedals to open and curl
and your leaves to wilt and crunch under my heavy hand

such a paradox that you sit upon my table slowly meeting your end,
painfully I would imagine,
as we "ooo" and "aww" at your grandeur and rarity
such a fine line between acceptable death,
beauteous death,
and ugly smelly death

one day your wilting stem and ****
was cute in a sad way
oh rotting flower how I feel for you
as one would feel for a friend
being laughed at or taken advantage of

because I know what end you will meet at
the hands of coveting eye

oh rotting flower thank you for your sacrifice

Sinews and cartilage and bones and liquid
this useless air bag and thumping engine
will one day become rigid

eyes and ears and mouth and soul
a gooey mess of synapses
its use takes a permanent  toll

strength and toil and sweat and grit
we can all live forever
just for a bit

failure and faulty parts
hospital visits and mental floss
**** doctor sold me a dud heart

so eat an apple a day
and keep your heart in a cage
to push death away

just one more day

Oh what triumphant columns of stone
what perennial mounds of granite
how infallible is their existence
such achievements and monuments
pertinent to our time

in our own ignorant devoid concept of time and space,
atop our mounds of ****, we declare victory
and smile sitting in our own excrement
yelling
to Glory! to Memory! to History!

in time
even the strongests stones and metals
crumble under the right pressure or chemical

oh how clever
for something which seemed so permanent and strong
to be a fake

to leave us feeling safe and secure

but alas
A million stars will live and die
and no one will ever know we existed

not even a star can live forever

Tidal waves haunt my dreams
   an overwhelming feeling of fear
and rebellion takes hold

I sit upon the shore looking out to
sea the dune where I am sitting is
              steep
            and
       angled
dangerously
towards the shore as to create  a
well  between the waves and me

I am calm upon this hill
unaware of the danger, I  
    d
       e
         s
           c
             e
               n
                 d
to the foamy energy below to dip
my feet.   I    swim       out             a                   bit

Panic

I look out and see a wall of
     water, fast moving, tall and
               furious
                 I am not quick enough to
     swim and climb back up the shore
                        It's as if the dune has grown one hundred feet in the air
                                                              I am destined to be smashed in between

                 the wall of sand
                              and the wall of water
                 in my well of fear

I have drowned once before in my dreams
it was not painful yet I struggled
in my realization

I felt the cold liquid enter my nose
it felt like icy fingers reaching down my
throat
filling me with the emotion of my acceptance

I did not reject what was to come and
stopped the fight
yet my consciousness did not leave me

I watch myself sink into blackness
and float on like a
dead plant stuck in the current