We looked hard;
I stood on the bottom
Calloused tiptoes
Splintering wood
Waterlogging
Break up, come back together. Genessaret
I want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm
Each one I throw is moving somewhere
Oh, let me go
I will go out, out, out, out
Past these yellow ropes
I am not afraid
They sway there like
The shredded ones hung
From my parents' tree
Where I pumped my legs
And I broke into sweat
I never saw my face
In the bird bath mirror
Red as blood
And I was tired
For a minute short, there was a wonder
A sense after the momentary weird blur
In the space of expectancy
When you wake
When you open your eyes
When you expect to see the same thing that
You've seen. First, the ceiling:
Grey from great oak
Grey from great oak
He'd thrown his net over us
(Stringy hands, stained gla**)
And all his sounds, the same today
But my body changed
Something in the salty sheets
Was pressing in on me
Stuck and stinging, I keep rolling