A decision of baptism between hot tub and swimming pool
From mouths open under
water blocked from burning lungs
by the half-escaped air
Crashing in resistance,
These waves are manmade
These movements are NOT mechanized
Reborn into cholorine and echoing walls
Set free by a taunting savior
Knowing,
The birthwater wasn't hot enough
And the Holy Water should be Ice
Thrown headlong by unpunishing muscle
Fuck it.
I will show these boundaries who's who
until my body seizes, ceases to move
and I am drowned.
Rising water logged, I will take
to the ocean
Teach the saltwater what it means
to be
a Christian
When all the schools are begging St. Mary
And every whale has a martyr complex
I will leave
to teach the land the love of the sea.
3 comments:
it's hard to adequately comment on writing like yours
any words of compliment would sound cheap and Hallmarky
so i leave you, instead, an apology
Tonight, my words have failed me in the face of your writing; and I only wish that your presence would inspire me with words rather than rob me of them. A thousand things left unsaid on a hundred or more occasions.
Bravo
Encore
"The birthwater wasn't hot enough
And the Holy Water should be Ice"
beautiful.
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