Thursday, April 24, 2014

Stolen Pearls

It’s like you’re floating
like nothing can touch you 
like everything you feel and see
means the world and matters like 
nothing else- except your cat
and your mother
and your sisters
and their children
and your brother, 
even your drunk father  
then everything is great
and you feel like walking and talking to everyone.

Can you please listen, because what I have to say 
is a matter of nothing and a matter of everything
it’s chatter biting my nerves 
twitching my thoughts
can’t line-up as one 
they’re everywhere
and running across
waving a flag 
dragging you off
into the sand 
into the sea
into the sadness 
of stolen pearls.