did i forget how to speak?
were the tides enough to seaweed my thoughts
or was it your pearl-plated tongue?
how many times did i go under
before you fished the air out of me
as i vomited postal truths
at your coral-infested altar?
but i'll always be the devil's advocate
and i'd take a spoonful of salt
rub it into the burns of my lungs
for pufferfish highs
if you'd still stare at me like
the curves on those sin-ful graphs.
only crevasses you wanted to explore
were the middle of that word.
addiction is a strong word,
but the seasickness between spaces
where our hands didn't speak for us
was a new thing for a sailor with no sails.
i'd rather drown in my own thirst
than watch you wave a goodbye.
riding that helter-skelter
round your middle finger
hair damp from seas and sweat
always the gentleman,
holding my breath for me.
"can you get tanned underwater?"
asked nobody ever, but we tested it
and the sun screaming ultraviolet
felt the same in the ultramarine
when we'd paint over each other's backs
as the sea cried over the sky
and the gulls dragged down screeching.
but my mind was built up on paper
that held the weight of words
without buckling under blotted inks
and it was worth fuck-all
as it became a squid's oily mess
washed down with his sweetened oysters
there was no idol that could reach love
so i wished for a tsunami on a broken wave's pride
since we were always so seasick.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
did i forget how to speak?
were the tides enough to seaweed my thoughts
or was it your pearl-plated tongue?
how many times did i go under
before you fished the air out of me
as i vomited postal truths
at your coral-infested altar?
but i'll always be the devil's advocate
and i'd take a spoonful of salt
rub it into the burns of my lungs
for pufferfish highs
if you'd still stare at me like
the curves on those sin-ful graphs.
only crevasses you wanted to explore
were the middle of that word.
addiction is a strong word,
but the seasickness between spaces
where our hands didn't speak for us
was a new thing for a sailor with no sails.
i'd rather drown in my own thirst
than watch you wave a goodbye.
riding that helter-skelter
round your middle finger
hair damp from seas and sweat
always the gentleman,
holding my breath for me.
"can you get tanned underwater?"
asked nobody ever, but we tested it
and the sun screaming ultraviolet
felt the same in the ultramarine
when we'd paint over each other's backs
as the sea cried over the sky
and the gulls dragged down screeching.
but my mind was built up on paper
that held the weight of words
without buckling under blotted inks
and it was worth fuck-all
as it became a squid's oily mess
washed down with his sweetened oysters
there was no idol that could reach love
so i wished for a tsunami on a broken wave's pride
since we were always so seasick.
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