throw my body in the cold salty...
by the light of the pale bright...
I can’t see you with my big blues...
you’re a far cry down the long winding...
tiny cup of coffee, scrub the groggy off me
ease the being awake
it’s funny how life changes, & what’s really strange
is just how little time the change can take
so I sat on the porch of the bakery
with the sun in my eyes
& the sirens suggested to me
that I should throw my body...
baby I miss you, and if not to kiss you
I don’t know what this mouth is for
it’s as dry and cracked as an abandoned shack
dilapidated on the south shore
so I stand on the sand at crescent beach
‘cause I wanna learn
what the atlantic has to teach
and I throw my body...
I don’t know whether we’ll grow old together
but we have grown a little less young
how high is the ladder? what does it matter,
so long as you can see the next rung?
so I sit with the embers and the empty cans
& maybe this rut that I’m in
is just soot on my skin
& I just need to throw my body...