over the rolling waves

an allowance for discomfort
settle into these restricting chairs
we've got straps and chains
to hold all of it together
the little pieces of being scatter
running for their little lives
our hands, the filters letting them go
coffee grounds and percolation pots
holding in the fluids that would seep
put it down the drain with the dregs
whatever there was to hold on to
doesn't seem so important anymore
we could just run out of here
but some people cling to dish rags
these things have just existed for too long
we hold, we mar, they flee
and no one knows what they've done wrong

sometimes it's almost not enough
to have someone right next to you
body warmth and caffeine, natural rushes
fingers intertwining and bending
a breath of skin and sanity
a different kind of gravity
the things that hold me down
keep my feet planted somewhere stable
I don't need green grass and roots
I don't need restraints and wires
give me a body and a heart
someone to be with and against
waking up to arms and embraces
a face, gray eyes, and kisses
to tumble down within the calm
of comfort and security
a place to keep ever so near

i got this bubble
trapped too close
explosions of noise
a fury of blooms
they threaten
a rage in season
came after the leaves
a style too harsh
embellished by loathing
you put the camera on
i put the broken smile on
knee pads won't save this fall
a runway of hate to walk
the flowers turned daggers
by adoring fans
caught the heart offguard
and the fires flamed

the rolling waves
flow and ebb
a tumult of greens
and blue foam
endlessly
the movement of time
to pass and return
with swelling rushes
salt and sea air
to see in, to swim in
white to dark
as days drag down
little ripples
sleeping saline swirls
lost into dark hues
the rolling waves
they flow and ebb