Two Poems, Both Untitled

memories like parasites cling to and bleed me dry
like barnacles on the hull of some wrecked ship
i am at the bottom of the sea
i sleep with the sharks and brush their teeth
missing eight fingers and i'm uncontrollably bleeding
so i punch the concrete wall and grimace on the outside
grin on the inside
my knuckles turn white and cold is the water down deep
black and shattered i'm flattered really
but i can't accept your gift of salvation on a silver plate
i found it much more of a challenge to carve it out of obsidian mountainsides
jam it in stick it in ram it in again again
down here the wind is freezing
the fish are sneezing
an ocean of salt and pepper
i'm not amused but they look bemused and
God bless you my son
where's the fun in not having any reason to run
when the day is done look who came by to deliver the sun
and put down that gun

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go ahead and waste away your energy trying to salvage what's left of me
i am a pile of scraped wreckage at the bottom of the sea and
this is where i will lie until the day i die because
when we're born we begin to sink
when we're born we drop like rocks down below
the ship has been swept away by the stormy waters and
when you dry your eyes i think you'll see that
i am not the only one who drowned so long ago because
honey you're right next to me down here at the bottom of the sea
at the end of all time in the drink
we drink our wine and dance in time
the bubbles the music the orchestra
so entrancing so silent so malevolent so benign and
the rhyme the rhyme the reason we all die
the one metronome that ticks away our hours
the God above the Hell below the Earth is spinning into nothing and
something tells me that darling you don't see it