oceans of blood

in my belly
organized chaos
all that we say to ourselves
all the nice and nasty things
bodily processes like errands
always find a way of getting done
You are getting old
Not me
I decided after reading Jitterbug Perfume,
To stay young like Alobar
I follow the rules of my own
constitution,
which change everyday
and learn in my evolution
to ignore the rules of you
and you
and you
and still we teach each other
through conquests and calibration
I watch the oranges fall
here in the village sun
they roll and turn to juice
I watch you
spin around the cords that bind you
the strings that keep you tied to your past
and now the tangled web describes your process
My love reborn to what it once was
in my little baby eyes, squished tight between
fat cheeks
All i knew was warmth and ease
until the contractions
until the oxygen filled room
Fluorescent lights
so many bright eyes
expecting
I cried
because of the weight of their inner expectations
and they sighed
Relief
After Savasana
curl up like a bean
feel your feet and your head
remember it's a lie we've been telling about getting dead
We will simply go back to where we came from
one day
and the path will be marked by oceans of blood
I only wish for all that you learn to embrace the flood