How to Slap the Dead Flowers out of my Hands

I am dead

I am crying

I am lying over a cliff, soaring down through the wind

I am finding myself questioning the existence of my own soul, creativity, love, only reading the words in my head.

I am liking the words on my mind better than a book.


I am rushing the people. into the wall, where I become insane again

blood, sins, death, knives, hearts, fire, water, drowning.

drowning.              drowning.                               death.

falling.                  to the ocean floor.


screaming,                                                   but no one can hear me

then I look over                             whales                                                all around

and I can finally hear them                           and its beautiful





I think I might just stay here      under the water      where I can can can can can can can


                                   be with the whales.