nietzsche

I lay into the ocean
and bleed.
The little fins of
silvery fish appear
and I see the mouths
opening to drink
from my arms.
I feel complete
in this circle.
The fish slide
down my throat
like gritty jell-o.

I am fierce and smooth
as cat silk.
When I speak my words come
out in little alabaster drops
and float through the air
like porcelain bubbles.
I am an anomaly
in this city.
The lights follow my stride
with wide eyes and thin smiles.
I take every chance I get
to steal a quick look
under mother natures skirt.
There are bugs up there.
They talk to me.

I hum when I walk down
to the beach.
Peacocks flock to me
feathers dancing in the breeze
of my rhymes.
The concrete takes root
under my heels
trying to pull me under
but Ive got it figured out.

They can't have me again.