Sea

I’d like to be under sea
That’s where I’m gonna be

High wall of enticing waves
robs me off my early days, when
I had a picture
holding it straight and blasé.

House warming had that gone
and replaced with
a bird
beneath which the mighty sea
roared alone.

So, next time I go there
I find a chute and further
than this bird
I fly
above destiny
beyond herd.

Amid air
suddenly I wonder
if the purpose of life
is just to end?
ya? then who cares,
if it’s a sea
or a knife.

I’ve got a huge belly
under the swamp cool posture of
my body
made of salt and water
destined to be reclaimed
by this sea.

Mum says don’t go ‘nywhere near it
Mum says it will drown me

This will be thy sheath
that thou despise
no flowers
no grave
You’ll lie about water wreath.

O ya, I’m going to be under sea
That’s where I wanna be.