Hi Again.
May 2024
When you've found your mother
And you never thought you would again
Or you sing Bulletproof by La Roux
But not today, I mean when it came out
With the Little League World Series on the line
And no concept of femininity or sexual politics
It's all so familiar
The time before the womb
Between lives
When you can see it all
Remember it all
Feel it all at once
And these things have a habit of returning
And they always surprise you, you fragile human
And the ones that cause fear are deep
But the calm ones are deeper
Deeper
And to recognize nearly erases it
To bring it from the sea to the surface
To bask and then dry out in the sun
Seaweed always needs a dip
And has a habit of washing ashore
As if it wants to
As if you can't predict the tides
You can't, you can't!
But you can swim
That much you can do
And we always return to the water
Where we came from
Where there is peace
Where there have always been weird fishes
And we have always been them
But I know a weird fish when I see one
And I think it feels me, too.
Hi again.
Lianne La Havas Is a Pisces to Me
March 2024
Lianne La Havas is a Pisces to me
She isn't, actually
But Spotify said her cover of Weird Fishes
Belongs in Pisces Country
I want to write now
Because I don't want to
But Lianne helped me realize
Weird fishes
Although ugly
And not very tasty
Want to play with me
When I go swimming
And even when I'm thrown into the sea with rocks tied to my legs
What's the point of the Red Sea
Other than the salt
That's fun to float with
And not to worry about mischievous creatures
But it's there for a reason beyond the fun
And the surface
It was once a desert
Or a salt plain or something
Something barren and hopeless
And it lives because it was
And the fishes don't
But elsewhere, where I am, they do
And they want to play
And I want to swim in every sea
And even say hi to all the weird fishes
So they can tell me where the Red Sea is
And not to go there
But I'll appreciate their guidance
And they might hate it
But I'll go float too
April 2020
Old like the pagoda living just to live
Losing all my rings in place of substance I’m to give
Exist the hell out of old church bells in chiming harmony
All I know is I’m still here and I just might be me
Heart is running to the north and shipping off to sea
Body’s statuesque in Rome like David and Anthony
Supercut of my whole life is smudged, the light is low
Branches weave out through the dark and slowly start to grow
Gilded Ships
July 2020
It doesn’t seem like that’s all it takes
To draw a Golden ship through a sea of mistakes
To the coastline where maybe there’s a new beginning
But slaves outwit preachers they can feel the sinning
Days at the beach could be in the future
And I’m treading water can I see the bottom?
If it’s a long way down will it matter to her?
If in 500 years it’s a sonnet you’ve heard?
Staying
September 2022
Drop a bead along my back, no
Pour a cloud, better yet
Move me with it, here to stay
Rain smells sweet and tastes like sweat
'Twas not the hill that bred the man
In captivation, to the top
Perhaps green pastures spurs the fan
Not his strength but with a rock
Let me look back in disgust
And sweat the salt out, to the dust
The lavender is but a gust
Embedded in the upper crust
Let it lie of green down there
For Sisyphus to feel of use
I'll take my lavender raincloud
Sweat is sweet and so profuse
February 2021
It could be for a blessing
Is what is blessed always obsessing
Or is it a tribe with the peaceful fishes
Unabashedly undressing
What does it mean to the river with us
Inadvertently religious
If eden's downstream being paid no mind
With eden also left behind
I’m no drownded pharaoh, honey
But lately I need my dreams read
I’ll float down in a basket soon enough
And meet you in the ocean instead
August 2020
I spent a lot of time ticking and not rounding through
A broken clock with a heartbeat that’s plenty for two
But my second hand's been missing and that’s made me poor
With the wealth that you give me every second is four
We’ve caught up we’re in tune we’re in sync we’re on track
So let’s save some daylight and roll it on back
Your sweet steady song plays all day in my head
We don’t recognize the face of the clock by my bed
I don’t want every second to turn into four
I’ll freeze the sunset to squeeze out some more
The face of my clock has changed and it’s you
I want to be with at 1:32
Canine Teeth
June 2021
I may look like a Trojan but I got the eyes of a bard
I don’t want my sword unsheathed
Telling stories ain’t twice as hard
As picturing me with canine teeth
Run the clock above my bed
Forward, quickly, lotus leaf
Skip past the vanished second hand
I want to lose my canine teeth
Age is sharply there, incise
Largely late in disbelief
Let my mouth breathe silhouettes
Of my own fucking canine teeth