I pulled them down and stuffed my cheeks
I chewed them carefully
I filled my stomach, lungs, heart…
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I pulled them down and stuffed my cheeks
I chewed them carefully
I filled my stomach, lungs, heart…
Dead ends still float along beside me
Vague, they crawl up my back
To rest on my shoulder…
They feast upon the last of the fears and swallow them whole into the sun beyond the horizon where they hide in the burning belly until it warms my face in the morning…
Now the ocean on my back feels calm to the touch
Smoother sailing for them all
But everything still flows down here
Where I shiver beneath them….
Late spring Sunday brings
stranger’s fingers down my cheek
from across the sea
Here, today I stayed
I stayed angry
But I stayed
…
Your books are not my religion.
Your heroes are not my religion.
Your psychedelic trips are not my religion.
…
….
I remember
It’s not a shiny little pebble
It’s a dull rock
Hard and brutal
….
Spring moon hidden, dark:
Under tumultuous black waves
Thrown pebbles vanish
When you miss your best friend too much,
you may find yourself set upon by a melancholy
that drives you to push their memories aside.
…