the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Ocean Snot

You're as lovely and predictable as the waves
And every day you drown me is another day you save.
It burns my yearning lungs that are learning how to breathe,
That shake and quiver as my vocal chords shiver
And from the soft offshore wind I begin to slowly speak.
Hello there! Okay, goodbye now, see you soon.
Tether your weathered heart up towards the moon.
It's funny, the sand briefly remembers my hand,
Honey, I think I see it coming again.

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