Shark Tank

Shark Tank

I do not want to wait until Saturday

Thursday a week ago is dangling me

Over a shark tank of all the barbs

To snag my skin along

Constrictions in the movements of mouths

That do not know how to remain closed for now

How can I exchange the idea of who I hope you will be

To who you are inside that beat

Thumping inside your chest with all those measured breaths

Coming through the door of years, lived and

So close and far from here that

Reaching out is like tipping over the house of fortune teller cards

Reading all the faces dumped into a go fish pool

Of all the mistakes that keep swimming along

Right next to me in this tank of empty

Sea of everything right next to me

But I can not touch because it is all a liquid brush

Of the fish feeling the impression of the impact

Upon her track before my fingers can paint the detail

Upon her scales to weigh the measure of a man

That is dripping and sinking and always

Keeps thinking that

I do not want to wait until Saturday

Thursday a week ago is dangling me

I have fallen in drenched and searching for a beach

Of sand inside your outstretched hands

To hold a hope in me, grains upon the mystery

That there is where the tides compare

Moving up and moving out and wash away the doubt

Of all these lunar complications, illuminating the girl

Upon the man, water-logged upon the land

Answers drifting in like sea turtles

Coming back to hatch, a generation in the snatch

Of hungry birds waiting for their turn

To tear this all apart, right upon the start

Shell in shell and we will tell

The moon to find the route to return

Together and live this life