07 March 2011

Meek

Meek 3/7

Pressing on cotton – fingerprints
are sand dunes
roughing up the seas of the earth

Everything is pouring through glass

Somehow –
everything is a swirl of wind
banging the window pane all night

I just want my life to be what it wants

These sheets are low thread-count
they are yellow – they rough
skin enough to keep you excited

Put a finger on my forehead I’m real

In this light in this moment – we
are all just drifting to sea
but everything falls down slowly

Honestly – sand is everything equalized