PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Sunday, August 24, 2014

A Crash Course in Circular Breathing

Melodic birdnotes & bedsprings
providing all the commentary required
& the doll-like way she
            sleeps in my dreams

her heart playing electric bongos you
            hold to your ear like a seashell
                        because this time you’re really listening

but then something she said
            made me feel as though I was
peering through the stained glass windows
            of a Coupe de Ville
                        parked on the bottom of the sea…

& now it’s later & I’m treading water

a shadow among the tangled seaweed swaying

& I don’t know where we’re going but 
we’ll be there any minute now