across the pond

here i am
to pattle across the pond
slowly and steadily
in a tiny sailboat, with a rosary by my side
reaching the shore
i
kiss the earth beneath my feet
and kneel to the height of the little ones
with the smiling faces
and sparkling eyes
hopefully
to pass the love and faith of their bursting hearts
into mine

number one.

It was so good seeing you today
in your car as you drove past
and stuck your hand out the window
to wave and tap the ashes out
I watched the mirror afterwards
the streets became waves
rising towards the sky
and you sailed quickly away
but, sir, if I can have just a moment of your time
it would be most covetted
and least taken for granted
if i could only have a moment
i would tell you how last night i thought of you
when i slipped inside myself
and in my mind i turned a corner in the maze that i had never known before
where wet fingers traced outlines of skulls

the newest creation.

even the individualists
the dark circles
and the tight pants
are the same
some try to stray so far
from me, from you, from him and her
but we all strive for the same thing.
we all want to be pretty
whatever definition of "pretty" is
even the individualists
and we all want to be appealing
we all seek to appeal to others
a - peal
like a banana
or an orange
i feel orange all the time
it's possible that i should seek a doctor for
how often this occurs
i think i just need somebody.


oh no! i told you to watch out.
yes, you did
and you told me you loved me
which is truer?
the raindrops fell off the coconut shell
and seeped into the soil
down to the worms and all the roots beneathe
rooting us deeper and deeper
here.


i am no longer her.
you are no longer you.
but i suppose you've come together
to create something new
but don't take your new thing on the trip
only half can come
there is only room for half.
sorry, only room for half a king.