basic ocean wave dynamics, random ukulele thrumming

like ocean waves, we come rushing out of a black nowhere into a grainy nothing.

and like ocean waves, the whole of our life is spent crashing. if you don't believe me, find a wave that is not crashing, and then show me what good it is. We grow, we turn, we curl, we crash, we fall into a dirty foam. But if you ask me, the whole of the wave can be summarized in the violence of the crash.

and like ocean waves we are numerous and all but indistinguishable in our beauty. we are replaceable. In fact with each passing generation, we replace each other, filling and refilling the Earth's houses, chairs, and beds. The remarkable thing, I mean, is not this wave or that wave, which all fall in the same way, by the same physics, but rather the fitful progress of an evening's tide.



by the heat of our love
the stars consume themselves
like the many eyes of a jealous god.
you are indigenous to my heart.
the ghost echo of sighs
the tree shadows of hair
the half moon halo
moth wing beat of eyelash on skin,
the rush of air playing at the back of my throat
when i breath in to fast or too deep digs at
memories of tongues and tips of fingers
the way you sowed the edge of my sensation
and reaped the meat of urgency