9/16/08 – 9/20/08
chapter four
first tried to sweep you from me
that was today minus
three chapters you’ve wrote with me
but don’t stop to read; refill your ink
now the waters rise up like they never will
if the ink does spill i’ll finish off my sentences with squid
poseidon might be biting at our tiny boat
but his sea demons can’t read what we’ve wrote
riding on our accidental water bed
i’m in my head drawing on the cave walls of my brain
drawing every splinter that clings to me
so when i’m three hundred and three
i’ll remember what and who stuck with me
now i know
no one knows
what we’ve wrote