is a slave
who doesnt know
theyre a slave
still a slave?
that depends
on your definition
of freedom.
what does
a human need
to be free?:

the understanding
of what freedom is.

i try to swim out
but the cesarian sky
opens up
and pours me
back into your body.

where all the dancing flowers
with all the great knowlege
bind me
and keep me
a secret.

i see the fire
off in the field
and i blend it
with the beauty.

it runs to me
and teaches me
my name.

i feed it
as it pours
its flesh
into my mouth.

and my soul
comes pouring out.

you never decorate
your christams tree.
you sit around all year
waiting for it to leave.

"and take that stupid ******* wreath
    with you when you do."

the teeth are evicted.
looking for a mouth to rent.

the tongue is fat like king.
breathing in the moisture
and the mold
to be eaten.

i sweat every word
from my broken body,
tired of wearing my will.

too tired to talk.

a clumsy cloud
covers you
in muttering nonsense.

letters with no names
limp off your skin
onto the floor around you,
laying in the shade
of your edges

to cook
burn off
and die.

thoughts are things to evaporate.
the pictures painted
in our minds
turn to ash
as the pink and purple
flashes of light
speak the story
of our organs
meeting and mating.

mothering one another.

i can feel the energy
building a body between us.

one that we will crush
and ****.

to lay buried in the sand
below us.

the waves will moan
licking all the life they move.

the seagulls
will fly inside of eachother
with nowhere else to go.

and the shore will touch itself
beside us.

our mouths are an ocean meeting.

our mouths are one ocean.

you can look at the ground
to watch the ants
or look at the sky
to be one being watched.