drowning in the shower

feet of clay

i sink into the ground

deep roots pull me further below

the earth

the dirt

the sea

the fire the magma the heat of the lava flow;

Swinging from the tree

laying down on my back

the womb of the wood sticks and branches

to my skin

a gel i cannot shed;

a bark i cannot peel shave nor muzzle,

tie my shoes, i am commanding you,

the weight of my feet is unbearable

when i am tripping every second

and every other second i must stand

back up

and every other other second i am down again;

tie my shoe foreign soul,

i do not know you nor do i care.

i know my shoe needs tying

and i know i do not belong

here.

i am the foreign soul in a place

i do not know,

but i struggle to understand

that my soul is a soul

the same weight held in my feet

and my shoulders that hurt me

& restrains me the same

but with different effect,

a truly confounding situation…

i should be smoking somewhere i shouldn’t be-

i should be saying things i do not yet know

that lay two centimeters deep on the right side

of my brain

an accessibility issue,

i am not a computer

but i am powered by electricity

and things i don’t understand-

stuck to the ground by pure coincidence,

i must fly

Dobe li ay

You are not above the magic

nor are you a part of systemics.

Finding false fragile footing

the fallacy of stability;

an expat on one leg

expects too much from those around him

and drives away the women he wants

and the men he does not feel anything toward

or so he says…

Leaving behind tears of hard plastic

& scissors in your ripped sock/

a heart less tangible

more cosmic, a terror even

from the depths of above/

The guiding wind

& the steady of sunlight

bring you to the brink

of death on the water of the Dead Sea.

Your messages wash up on the shores

o’Sconsin

bottled up in deposits that heave weigh

packaged in cording and twine,

dipped and sealed in wax:

scripture written in a fucking composition notebook

during biology class/

& buried under your smaller-than-twin sized mattress

next to your dilapidated shoes/ burnt

I̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶w̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶s̶

I can hear explosives

erupt as though they were only centimeters from my ear;

Televisions and media revolted.

A lapse in time til Ruby tint

and linoleum escapades

gain way for thoughts of futures past;

a ghostkey memory of saturated hope

that one day things will be not as they are now

nor will they be as they were.

This book full of hope, the word

is one to fill your pockets with.

I am Happy

to see you,

Friend.

Getting out early was both a privilege and a travesty.

I am *** with you ***

And I *** your friends

*** mother ***

siblings *** dreams of futur

to de lay

a do lay

dobe li ay

untitled

I am full of love for all of my

friends, my lover, and all of

my family.

I often wonder how alone I

actually am

(I still do not

have a clear answer)

May those who lay claim to a

brighter sunrise and fight for

a darker night grow wax wings.

All waves have peaks as high as

any mountain.

All waves have valleys that

scrape our core.

All heights reachable cannot be

visualized from below the

summit.