floating around in this universe.
talking about the beach and that one day you spent at the mall.
everything is so deep about being human and so mundane everyday.
we talk, gamble and once thought think.
the scraps from your plate, the way that water washes down the drain.
sink.
grumbling into eternity.
where does everything go?
place to be?
say la’ ve pari and an espresso?
I don’t know chap.
I don’t know where home is anymore.
Sometime I feel so happy.
Everything feels flowing and eternal.
I could piss the sun.
Intense like a kaleidoscope.
Changing clanking Amoeba, in this new jersey pod.
Laying in my bed.
Half smoked.
Half dressed.
Sky blue, records spouting music.
I don’t want to be the one people forget.
I’ll tuck my shirt in.
Ocean floor grabbing at my heels.
Their cracking into the tide pool.
Sucking all the glitter away.
Like when you kiss someone and think of someone else.
When you feel like a child all over again, you tie your shoes like your supposed to?

2 responses to “Grass”

1. Alexandra hemrick says:

   January 10, 2013 at 4:06 pm

   Love it. “Sucking all the glitter away,” and many other lines bring me back to summertime wanderlusting and youthful mixed feelings. Great work, thanks for sharing it.

2. Danny Mell says:

   February 19, 2013 at 2:40 am

   Thanks Alexandra!