we are most alive in dreams

Bits of coral got stuck in our teeth and we had to floss with seaweed.
I wore a shell-bra bikini and he wore a porpoise. It made squeaking sounds when he walked. I told him there was such “porpoise” in his stride, but he wasn’t amused.
His hair floated upward, making him look surprised, though he tried hard to seem unperturbed. In the mornings, we left the sea-bed unmade.

the king held his pride,
tucked between gills
and his stride
was just a push
a glide
over all that reside,
under his tentacles
reaching far
and few between,
with icy tips
and poison grip

his crown never fell,
or slipped
from his brow,
it never dipped
or would allow
ignorance or bliss

Poseidon ran a tight ship
but i never thought,
it’d be me that’d slip
a cool blade-
from hilt, to tip,
into his heart
and take that crown

now my pride, has
me murdering my family
and hanging my friends

oh, to be king
oh, to be king

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lost,
I am lost,
all i can see is the darkness,
all i can hear is nothingness,
where am i?
where are you?
what kind of path are we going through?

we’re all a path
that leads the way,
towards cages and
bracelets, that tell us
where to go

that tell us,
we’re afraid of the dark

collaboration with landoflamb

I asked a cloud one day why he was a cloud.
He returned that how did I know he was a he.
I responded that I didn’t but most people prefer you assume it that way.
He said that sounded sexist.
I said how would a cloud know what sexism is?
He asked how I’d know what sex a cloud was without asking.
I said I had never asked a cloud much of anything before.

He said I should try it more.
I repeated my question.
He shrugged and said he didn’t have anything better to do.

clever clouds with educations.
they always answer me in foreign tongues.
as though i’m as worldly as them.
how could i ever be? i asked.
and they laugh and laugh.
changing their accents, having a blast.
énigmes! énigmes! énigmes! they say,
then, sie können fliegen?
and they float away.

where will you go?
what will you do?

and they merely reply,
it can’t rain all the time.

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