saline dream

poetry

on broken water    peek thru

            ripples

                  see crab

                            and slop thrust

scraping the sludge

below belt.

no one has seen a thing,

40 below

horizon        deep_water_enthusiast

          i see things

          learning how to swim

          maybe for the first time,

          not drowning

dive into the vortex

of swirling abyss~

s u c k me d o w n

Dead.Weight.Denial.

                      come up for air

                                maybe, maybe not.

my goal

is a sedentary test

at depth of oceanic ravine.

suck_in_saltwater

without drowning,  and live

                              and write

                              and decode

the current-

but wait I haven't told you

the best part.

I have a fear of water

and you look like a warm body

wanting to be filled.

together, maybe we will breathe in

the chemistry

that will kill us,

but it's i m p o s s i b l e  t o  k n o w

the flow of social seaweed,

Dear Ocean

                            sometimes you

                            look stupid

                            mid-afternoon.