Hum in the Skydive

Feeling the listless pall of the old hum

The echo of the whistle slung strap-pack over a back

Clutching around a corner into the ear like a shepherd’s crook

The what is this; the where to go

Emotions sit like a carton of eggs unopened but previously traveled

Shaken some allotment in the voyage

The yellow run look of not that way in years

A tongue rubbing against the back of shell fractured teeth

Pursed smile, pent beyond mouths ready to eat sex, drink pussy and dick

Mention the chicken coops and black cream drenched shit soil

The cage free lifestyle in long white painted prisons huddled crotch of feathers

Mites and becoming peckish to avoid the seed with the antibiotics

The waterboarding feeding tubes like goose foie gras candidates 

To stay alive sloshed in the paycheck stubs and tax returns

Have to file by this weekend, get the solar credit

Be part of something with a chance to make it

The mendacious lollygagger Trump panels mocking water rise

Greenland melt into Shanghai’s gurgle

Time to pay for something in a loving currency

That empathetic exchange of I see you

To stand audacious with the culled bank reserve

To pay affections into the bravery to say, ‘Please stay.’

‘I want you to be here even when I crave alone.’

‘I want to believe you understand the balancing act I attempt’

I can stuff the shaking with coitus or hands on arms swimming in hips

I can drown out the words into a moaning silence

Hear the hum, the wandering siren choir of orgasms 

I can talk about depression berries and pharmaceutical savoir complexes

Powdered into the brain chemicals that make a sunrise connect past a sunset

Like shoelaces tying together one day at a time to walk stretches

The strength to see a point in eating this food of sharing this sway of a body

To elect to venture into the Chewbaccus parade or Barkus to be encompassed

The fear of having to come up with something to say, to stay steady in that moment

Of this is the world, the greater pasture, the masses and a body hold together as it enters that atmosphere

Not unravel into fired ash disintegrating disbursement over the Atlantic

I want to take your hand this way like an introvert skydivers and be