Take whatever breath you take.
I’m rattling the masts
while the masses catch their wind.
This is a revolution.
Do whatever you have to do.
I’ve etched circles in the desk—
burned down mountains—waiting
for a breakthrough.
Take your knee-highs and break from expectation.
I’m leaving a sea of paint chips,
dripping away your grays,
hoping my anchor chain breaks.
This too is for me.
Come find me when your mission is done.
I’d rather float in with the tide
than forever follow behind.
Hold your heavy head,
I have seen your saved graces.
Take your ticking time bombs,
set fire to the cigarette cellophane,
burn your blueprints in the flame,
smoky vessels will lead the way,
I’ll sail a shipload of free spirits through the
melting mango sorbet—This
is the call you’ll forever remember
disconnecting.
Could you pour a different shape?
These spheres—they captivate me
in the worst possible way.
Trace your fingers down reptile spines.
Find comfort.
Make these whirlpools stop spinning,
and I’ll walk my best straight line to you.