[Zombie]

if you ever get caught in a rip current, swim parallel and swim back
but maybe I wanna' swim towards the light where fairytales can diffract
fold your own paper square. Priest Poseidon confessional. Say a prayer.
you don't drown by falling in the water, you drown by staying there
personal water temple. where you're the pastor, except your oath is death
pulpit's your pebble. Sermons only as long as you could hold your breath
invoking the holy name. The suicide note that's stained. In tears is your bible
orchestrating the exhortation's revival.
the mermaid swimming to a blurred fate
the pearl gates await your ephemeral state.
tithe this sinners life an obscure slate
cause when you're just floating...
you're in your own head. holding your breath to thee utmost length
a cutnose face-to-face slow-dance with death, the razor-blade romance is set
Where water clerics push at your neck. a salty mesh hurls you to depths
Unfurling. Let the other worldly commence. I sent a referral to death, let's
Waltz slow with the billowing disco. One and two step, while we frolic. Calypso.

Sigh. I'm upset, and yet..I remember a time


Where your gaze pushed the waves that coordinate ballets in sync
You can bait a horse to water, but you can't make it think
Just a bridge where the water was mundanely thrown under
Throw caution to the wind, just await before the storm thunders
you see; it's perfectly serene. Not appeased by a hair's obligation
It's where the sea pushes me, but utterly aware of my body shape
And .. we don't live in past-tense-or-future, it's more of a conscious morale
It might sound sort of banal, but when my eyelids batten down in that georgia canal
I, in this porcelain rouse, understood NOW why they call them currents
Cause now, flushing out the exorbitant loud, horse-shit. Is how
I can actually feel myself in the present. The current.
It's flourishing. Nourishment. To what I would call now:
UNFOUND by any English word or a noun. It's encouraging.
On the surface, I am worthless. Gravitating towards new crazy
Pressing mute. Now I just float where the moon takes me
Tides don't judge you, they hug you, while you float to heaven
Where the hue, blushing blue, flushes through. Copacetic
What a gorgeous tincture, not the tone or tint of the cresson
Colors are the only personable trait to describe the squeeze of affection
A blessing from the skies, illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within
If you stare at the abyss long enough, you might even expect a wink from the abyss
Nobody energizes me when I'm frowning. You can't terrorize me when youre shouting
No petrified screams. No jeopardized dreams, when you're counting
To three, & ..
I exercise, "please", you don't recognize me, I'm a shroud
Saturate the ember fires. In this masqueraded pose
Press the flame to those two fingers while you're slowly dousing
Cause nobody can identify tears when you're lonely. drowning


Now ..let's count to a thousand and fade away slow