clogged drain last summer

last summer
i don't remember much
except

some weird short man

an alcoholic from Egypt

who drank kiwi vodka energy drinks
talked with a soft effeminate voice
clogged up my drain
with his curly dark hair
only ate potato chips
then left the wrappers on the floor

lived in my apartment

I had nightmares about him coming home
late at night

when he left
i put on gloves
and removed a giant
weird
short man
hair clog
from the drain

I tried not to gag

I think
that's pretty much
all that happened

Lullaby (just sleep)

Let yourself in
to a sailing ship
it will take you nowhere
but you just need to get up on it

The ship smells like
fresh sandalwood
because
that's what it's made of

The sheets
smell like
sweet clean cotton
because
that's what they're made of

Close your eyes
pretty small one
Just listen to the heavy waves breaking
on the edges
of your eyelids

So heavy
that
now's not the time
to be thinking about
what you've gotta do
or who has you on their mind

So sleep sleep
sweet pretty slumber
will give you all the answers you need
but you'll only get them tomorrow

Sleep sleep
just for this moment
be warm
and don't listen to
the cars crashing around you

And yes
there are people
yelling and screaming over there
but they're not screaming
about you i'm sure

I am sure.

They aren't on this ship
(little crazy darling)
They aren't on this road
or in this protected abode

So sleep sleep,
sweet divine slumber
they are not on this trip
they are not in this ship

So just sleep
(sleep sleep, sweet divine slumber...)

zzzzzzz....

you haven't passed blue (in swimming class), part three

You haven't passed blue
in swimming class

And you cant be
the silver certificate
who saves me
if i drown

Tell me,
is the ocean a woman?

I know she's stronger than me
I have attempted to pay hommage to her tides
in the past

but that was somehow
not enough for her

It all came down to
muscle against muscle
carbon against water

I didn't succeed

I struggled
panicked
Heart slamming against my ribs
I couldn't breathe

Little fishes biting my toes
just disappeared
no silver certificate around for miles

But then
by chance it seemed
she brought me back to shore

The water goddess
can of course
create
and destroy

It suddenly dawned on me
That I haven't passed blue
and you can't be
the silver certificate
who would save me
if I drown

Toast Eater

Stumbled upon this on the internet, by Jocelyn Hobbie

Molten Light by Chad VanGaalen

you haven't passed blue (in swimming class)

You haven't passed blue
in swimming class

And you cant be
the silver certificate
who saves me
if i drown

Please tell me

how could it be
that i could have
swam through
so many different seas

without you knowing
without you watching over me?

One thousand beautiful words
tunes
or images
could not have bailed me out of this dilemma
my friend

Did you even know?
that as i treaded through currents
I was straining
I was choking

I have to admit now
That I haven't passed blue

But who are you?

To criticize my erratic strokes
and panicked breathing
(you told me i did the "scissor kick")

You were never my teacher

I justified my unskilled strokes
on the premise that
I was just trying to stay alive

And if it's true
that we all die
someday
then i would contest that

I was just trying to
fully experience
the true essence of

God's force in nature

Of which I now know
is instilled with the beauty
and brute force
of the currents
that is ultimately
and neccesarily
dependent on
the will
of mother earths' charms

Who is indeed
all powerful
pure
cold
beautiful
and unforgiving

Who is one
that i
will never
try to challenge again

Until i have passed blue

Me