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Sailors never knew
sea salt could taste
like fresh air—
photos of wives
slinking across the foam,
the Siren's hair
crunching like snow
chipped off the bow
& the glass flute of laughter
as they fall asleep
dreaming of a hearth.
Once a body is no longer owned
it becomes all silk—
the song only lasts
a second longer
than necessary,
crawling under the soul
until it's knit so loosely
no one can tell the difference
from sea to sky to skin.
The crust of seashells
is no match for a voice
skimming the water
until it reaches ears
eager to please—
falling overboard
in frantic need
& the disarray of limbs
as they smash the surface.
Ice has never been so smooth
or lamentable as in January—
men lying like fossils
under the curve of cracks
they never quite made their way
out of.
sea salt could taste
like fresh air—
photos of wives
slinking across the foam,
the Siren's hair
crunching like snow
chipped off the bow
& the glass flute of laughter
as they fall asleep
dreaming of a hearth.
Once a body is no longer owned
it becomes all silk—
the song only lasts
a second longer
than necessary,
crawling under the soul
until it's knit so loosely
no one can tell the difference
from sea to sky to skin.
The crust of seashells
is no match for a voice
skimming the water
until it reaches ears
eager to please—
falling overboard
in frantic need
& the disarray of limbs
as they smash the surface.
Ice has never been so smooth
or lamentable as in January—
men lying like fossils
under the curve of cracks
they never quite made their way
out of.
Literature
Love?
I cannot imagine why Love,
my love,
my anger,
my guilt
at this moment,
consumes the remainder
of my pleasure.
It seems that
despite the silence,
my wounds
are not healing.
It doesn’t matter…
I weep in agony
and my heart
is nothing but a shackle
to bind my pulse;
my existence in this…
comfortable destruction.
Emotional walls do talk;
much like a silent smile
can break across a face,
and tears can betray.
Perfectly good emotions
fester in the soul,
and what were once traces
of complete and tender
caresses of passion while
resting in comforting arms…
are now scars;
numb,
deep,
and cold
Literature
love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
Literature
Apocalypse
thunderous roar, raging sea and the sunken sea beneath,
this is the place we made,
and now it's coral,
now it's an aquarium for all sorts of under-sea life,
now it's a sponge's living room
it's a museum for the clown fish,
that swim around the highways
old ventricles and aortas that don't pump blood anymore
there's a lackluster sunset,
and a sincere lack of apologies,
\there's ghosts on the shore,
and they all look like me.
Suggested Collections
inspired by the lines
sworn to secrecy,
i might go after school--
she was an angel,
i saw her swimming there.
from "An Olive Grove Facing the Sea"
by Snow Patrol.
overall theme used:
Manifest Destiny
lesser themes:
hearth
ship parts
sea salt
sworn to secrecy,
i might go after school--
she was an angel,
i saw her swimming there.
from "An Olive Grove Facing the Sea"
by Snow Patrol.
overall theme used:
Manifest Destiny
lesser themes:
hearth
ship parts
sea salt
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I've always liked your sea-themed poems, something about them strikes me as being very natural coming from you.