fish, sea, whatever

waves of sullen grace attempted to replace me
the tornado was still at my heels
for a while
..but a wink
and a smile
find me self indulgently insane again
feels like home

and when i read the news
became clear on just whose clues my brain arranged
sullen grace
seemed
faceless

but it's my
claim to shame
that faces blame
and i run from it now
as if feet could make difference in how
i
f#*ked
up

i read lips
and they purse like mine
make sound
drink wine

fish, sea, whatever
there are more crooked holes for me to fit
i'm sure of it

i won't admit
i won't


love is the irrelevance that counts
i guess

impatiently i shook the box and the prize dropped out
smashing all over the floor