Oceans

Sometimes, I sit down with
Two glasses of rhum
To count money I’ve earned
That adds up to a crumb
And fall out on a field
Feel tired and gone
Feeling the earth in a storm
It still keeps me warm and I —
Inhale sweet air but won’t
Breath it at all
And dead calm, deep water, feels wet
And before I —
Exhale I — feel deeper within
Then I fall down
Staring at the oceans in you
Deep down, deep down your water
Sail out, the storm will make me
Find my way home
Sometimes, I come down from the
High in my brain
And feel lame, start itching
Need to fill up my vains again
And fall out, lay flat on the ground
And my eyes
They stay closed, for a while
But wide open inside, and I
Inhale sweet air
It tastes salted and raw
And dead clam deep water
Feels wet and before I —
Exhale — I feel deeper within
Then I fall — down
Staring at the oceans in you
Before I sail out
I found a hole in the sky
And I’m wahtcing you from where
I love my living
Deep down, deep down your water
Sail out, the storm will make me
Find my way home