Dizzy, but steady in the wind.
Sweating, and waiting to begin.
But beginning never happens and my foot up on the starting block is sore.
The empty gun is silent, and I feel as though I have been here before.
Swimming with legacy in tow.
Dancing around the maypole we must go.
Patient Persephone is pleased, and she smiles before we know.
I poured my heart out into a vessel I drink from now.
Just like the river flowing into desert sands that showed me how.
I poured my heart out into a vessel that you have drained and buried in the sand.
Now it’s been forever since it’s rained.
I did not plant you, but gave you water and soil and sun.
I can not help you swim with holes in me that you dug one by one.
If we could only see only sea, how it could be.
Flight without wings.
The emperor's new clothes.
All the things the action figure knows.
Cake on the table, enough to go around.
Fight naked and don't look down.
Darling, do you remember when
(with the salted waves of ocean crashing in)
you caught me with a look that I could not misunderstand,
and as we sailed into the storm I held your hand?
He blew out his candles till the wax had formed a crust.
And every day he played his dirge as if he must.
Played with himself until all his instruments ground to dust and settled in here,
in the groove with the needle just inches away,
where no amount of RPM that he could muster would make it drop in and play.