Sunday, July 5, 2015
We spent July at the sea and the summer seemed to last forever
whatever this desire i have to sink.
It's when I feel my body as a vessel
speaking, thinking, thinking, thinking
as a blanket of inked skin over bones
one day to be
burned and set out to sea.
and then light pours through
my window and I fall into
flowers bloom - like a religon
i keep this devotion to falling in love
with every girl
and everything about money, and work
and happiness seems like
such a lie.
whatever my hands
do to keep from shaking,
Write something she
can take inside of her
and keep secret.
make another promise within
skin over bone
keep looking at the tattoos on my
hands, keep hitting the keys-------snap snap snap