Saturday, December 13, 2014

prodigal lungs

while you wrap the sky in yellow fog
I watch you swim to Babylon
it's not the city where you live
it's just the room you're always in

inhale exhale toss and pitch
you love to drink your god like smoke
in time you'll spit him out and walk back home.

I swam through all the wires inside
but I still land here every time
shipmates on a swollen sea
always shipwrecked ever green

inhale exhale slam the sea
stir the surface incense me
I say you'll spit this out and walk back home.

you're open to attack my friend
your arms have never been this limp
it's what you want it's what you want
you wish your bones were made from salt

I sank four stories through a leaf
the blacktop wasn't underneath
what you can say, what you can do is much more than enough.

the salt is lighting up your skin
since you forgot your coat at home
your ears aren't covered for this snow
my son you've never been so vulnerable.

I crow I grin but I don't know
what'd ever make you walk back home
no it won't, it won't be you who walks back home.