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
here
behind
and running across
waving a flag
dragging you off
into the sand
into the sea
into the sadness
of stolen pearls.
