I am sad stones, and shells-
All crumbling up between these weathered ribs
All broken up rocks, and sad cells.
You'll find me on wet beaches, during low tides
Big blue eyes and pallid flint hands
Softened by darkness on all sides.

I sit in sand and wait for the moon,  
Tides push me out and back
I hoped you'd come inshore soon.
I tell the sea what I like about you,
Pull on weeds that pull back, too -
In a world of headaches and the blinding moon
You are soft. I hope to see you soon.

my life is like a stopwatch
just tallying up the time
i choose the downward spiral
over that vertical climb

i tried to go the mile
to keep up with my kind
i lasted just a while
then i fell behind

when my descent is final
who knows what i might find
maybe the top is topnotch
but the bottom is all mine