Nomanisisland

So much for beating your
Indoor chest
Stood predator
Star
Never picked only placed before doors
Do you not now know what you poet
Holding your breath
Arms akimbo
Stood base thinking in flames of yourself
At the manned gates to fair
Switzerland’s brink
(Or)
Would you fancy say
Going solo forever instead
Setting sail for good on a
Standard stranded man crafted raft
Equipped with nothing
Save few-hundred euros
And the hypocrite
Equipped with nothing
Save few-hundred euros
And the hypocrite inside you
(Man overboard!)
Lost where life is all but — (Perfect!)
Taking the longest cut across wide open ocean possible
Razor free and limeless on
A never again bent to kiss land tour
(Bent to kiss land)
And if things go well
You might
Harvest plankton from the rotted raft’s rope
For your supper
And for your fluids take
Twice from yourself:
A handful of urine
Sip to grind
Spit
In shark free waters
You could paddle with your hands and feet for fun
Tipping her over if a rescue plane coasts overhead
And at night feel for the moon making moves
Forcing form on your unmastered
And visible quarter mile of ocean
And by day on your back watching birds
Appear then dissolve in mid-migrate
Falling from a distant nowhere to an out of sight
Still looping in a starring role they’d played
In what’s our early evolution
(And there you are)
Sprawled out below them
Fast forgetting tenth grade physics
Floating on a few killed trees tied close together
High up above you
In a Hollywood-set style
Heaven beyond two floors of sky
And another five of innermost outerspace
Hang awake
Darwin’s bones
Wheeled on a hook
To the edge of a cumulous cloud
Peering down
Just eating you up
And loving your
Your nature to death
And there you’ll be
Lain prostrate
Chipping salt
From your lips
Sprawled out
In the way
Of the sun
Poor poor
Stranded
And big
Gigantic
Poor poor
Stranded
And big
Gigantic
Poor poor
Stranded
And big
Gigantic
Poor poor
Stranded
And big
Gigantic
Poor poor
Stranded
And big
Gigantic