thinking it's okay
to still the rough embedded
in your head
chastise the shouts in flower beds
the swords clashing with dread
keep the ink from pooling on
your chest, obscuring
the hounds wandering in oblivion
barking up that rainy mess
just try to wade and spark a little more
lift your chin away from your claims
of shoveled depths, chained in
the metal compartments of your chest
don't tell me I don't hear the river
it's flowing regardless of your
****** up cluster
sometimes all needed to be known
is that breathing is enough
to take the gravity away
so for the while
be wary of the chlorine  
and clean out the static beginning to sing
my love, sometimes listen to the
pounding instead