inside water falls into pools.
and fish relax by the shore on chairs.
flower petals stretch and yawn
and smell sweet when they rot.
the gum on the floor is still moist
and great for your teeth.
the animals play jokes on each other
and we all laugh
and chew gum
and blow bubbles
and laugh when they pop
and get stuck in
our fur.
there's a house with enough room
for everybody to be close.
its a party
with everyone I've ever loved.
they all walk like memories
and leave no mess behind.
but there is an abandoned bathroom
with no working light
or running water.
inside is a child
sitting naked in the tub
waiting for the mother
to come make warmth
and calm
and clean.
pictures and paintings
of pretty things
hang on the chocolate walls
but a floating heart
screams its pain
down the halls
and I try to ignore it
but it follows me close
attached by a rope
of tissue and muscle.
so i sing it to sleep
in a language
that not even i understand
or will ever forget.
and i rub my own ears
and smile like an idiot.
and when we rest
we're so filled with joy
that all of our softness
expands and cracks
us open until we're
a tragic pile on the ***** sidewalk.
fighting the cold with beer
or talking to women we don't know
instead of keeping
the women we love
warm
when we wrap ourselves
around there soft bodies.