The ocean is now far It's calm It's lore Far resigned Frothing & overcast Poor Mighty Joe Who believed In the wayward farce Of sky & hearth Waffling tongue first Upon the spigot An applejack gait Childlike & trepidatious In regards to you But I am content
The rumbling is heard Submerged in a greasy Damp head of hair Not like his Not like hers Gray & unkempt Like calk on the basin Keeping the tide From pouring over Another glass & it'll dry out Here in the murky 2 feet of water Red skin & brave Wrinkles in time spilled With every clink of the tumbler Wrinkles in a mind revealed But I am content
The bath runs hot Bubbles & lavender multiply Ice breaking in the steam Tobacco crushed emotions All tastes sweet All desires salt These are your things The things Which I am not supposed to believe The passion that soaks up the dusk The poison that sweats out the dawn But I am content
To remind oneself There is no thing Stare at a mirror in the dark Lack reflection Breathe in the cracks Til you can't tell them apart Drip dry & tremble Buttressed by numb tiles Take comfort In the absence of Fine linens & the abundance of sweat Be content
A free mind is A boat out on the sea In the calm of the storm Open water & whitewash The cost Rowing out Into a tub Filled with dirt & soap The faith of a filthy life Watching the spiral Following it To that Which waits beyond the walls & pipes That blathering led you back into the cocoon Slapping on the walls as you plunged into another drink The penance Is a man Who is not what he thinks But I am content