Sputter

Deep in the waters
I swim in your affection
brushed by tears
washed with your touch.

Slowly the vortex turns
swirling me.
In I am drawn
faster
spinning.

Wild now, I gasp
thrashing
kicking
eyes stinging
I flail for purchase
against the rushing flood.

Down down down
into the black.
A line thrown,
a tow and haul,
I sputter
You cover me.

Safe harbor
in dangerous waters
you envelope me
against the chop.

I breathe
you sigh
and we warm with the sun
seeing together
the daylight around us.

The I's of Life

Dreams cast shadows
On gritty roughened walls
It follows me. It looms.
Panting with sweat I...

Run to fall into more
Spiked landings that mime
The shrill landscapes of I’s
Life of many vague colors

Wishing I turn white as
Snow so soft yet freezing cold
So numb my spirit makes
And suffer then no more



Sometimes black as ash or coal
I feign like death to those
Who wish to wash my soul
Then cleanse this ripping core

Soon colorless I thus become
Save for my obscure cerebral mind
In dense, in bushy paradise
Lost they all –--

With fear and following
I'm lost. I’m spent.
The I’s of hardened ground
So called a no-place land.