You wanted sweet words
And poetic mutterings
That I wasn't able to give
To your satisfaction;

So you turned your sails,
Ignored the breath that I tried to blow into them
To bring you back to shore,
Caught some splendorous wind,
And sailed the seas.

You would have ridden those waves forever
And continued to ignore and belittle my breathy attempts
Would those waves had not spit you back onto the shore
And pointed you toward the wind
That had been blowing over the shoreline
The entire time.

And now I lay here,
Blue from lack of breath,
Lungs spent from tireless efforts,
And you tell me to fill your sails
And show you the shore you were intent on leaving.

But how can I when this sea and your boat
Have collectively collapsed my lungs
And I lay here dying,
With no consolation from my killers,
Or mercy from God.

12/31/2008

Posted on 12/31/2008
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