I've taken this half baked body of mine
and put it in a safe

two nights it's been in there
and nobody inquired

I opened the casket
and discovered where my heart lay
melting in with the knots in the wood
and shining like the iron locks

I found these fingerprints all over it
crisscrossing to my hand

I found you in them,
friend
I followed you into the land

Of bees and antelopes and margosa trees
scattered and fat like you and me
with olive brains in the sandy beach
and candy eyes as white as bleach

I peered into your delirious face
and with my white, cold frightened hands
tried to scratch your knuckles
into existence
"Wake up!" I said, "Wake up, you man!"

You said, "let's analyze the form"
and I decided you were completely torn

Your zipper lines from head to toe
were hanging out, you let them show

Little tea cups lined the path to the bridge
I looked at them and their tiny cracks
the painted flowers had no beginning nor end
the handle was liquid from the bend

I sat
and waited
and thought
and pondered
and existed
and more

about whether I was meant at all for this place
or if I should have left my mind
in the casket
with the knotted wood

Or if it had already been lost
drifting away with the marmalade sea