daily i float
waiting for
the flare
sick of this
two
or fro
be/tween no and maybe
in the arms wide open ocean
swollen wooden plank
deliberately leaking bucket
i see simple love
while you see an engineer
please build me a life raft
p'raps i'll use it one day
i don't want to see the blueprints though
i'm over it
fitting you to size
with something to stop your drowning
you dunk your head in the brine
are
addicted to salty sinuses
its not what you think,
no
no/t stories
no/t fear of things breaking
born shattered
i find my peace
in the spaces outside
canals and compasses
using my bedsheet as a sail
my gut a rudder
i wish this boat
had an auto/captain
i stopped leaving
blood in the water
for the sharks
started leaving
lands of living
sleep, is my drug
has always been my freedom
problem is
i always wake up
when the gull cries
warning of the rocks
end of each minute
punctuated with dripping eyelids
my withdrawals tire me
exhausting diet of
soggy rope
resentful coffees
salt-crusted fingerprints
i realise at last
i am a joke to you,
not a very good one.
something to roll your eyes at.
she
gives you white hot coals
fire is so pretty, na?
leaves scars people will ask you about
a dramatic tale you can share
at last
i leave
only ripples in the water
buoyancy
my trademark
though my body craves the heavy
my mind / the empty
i awaken
grudgingly
drift on
silently
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