DOLPHINS.

DOLPHINS

I am in full swing of things

yesterday is a blank page

full of intricate reasons

of reasons unknown.

Love is terrible in its waking

eyes are moody and dreaming

you want to eat them but you can't

you are full of selfish longing

and self-doubt

sixteen men on a dead man's ship

nothing is forced upon reckoning

things

force us to surf on the edge of pain

drama will take us out of the rain

broken like a heated argument

broken we weave and bend

as time

is won and tomorrow fades

the dolphins jump and play

in the ocean

the dead sea

is ripe with fish

the fish are moving

swimming through the trees

time is like a folded flower

everything is golden

things are golden

MOMMY.

MOMMY

This is the woman

that gave birth to me

who fed me a bottle at

one years old

trying hard not to jump

off the bridge

every time I cried

every time I wanted something

"More!" I said. "More!"

The child is endangered,

the child got a scrape and bruise,

she was going to get abducted,

she wanted to have a princess party.

Then the lady/woman doctor tells me the

baby is going to have a big head,

that she needs a special kind of

baby medicine,

that she will not talk or sing.

"No!" I says, and then I proceed

to jump off a cliff

just so my baby can live,

and have a great life,

and be the next president or king

of the world.