I can hear the city bellowing outside
and Wednesday is groaning out
a lingering goodbye
I am watching your breath rise,
grateful for the air in your lungs
they sing the sun to me
they sing
and there is no longing here
not now, in this calm
there is only the bliss
etched on your skin;
permeating my own
and the sinking feeling disappearing somewhere within
I pour my hopes into a
thought
I let it sit
and learn time does stop
after all
– sheila c.
I dreamt that the gods picked me out of bed
and shook me violently
they had grown tired of my struggle
and breathed bravery into my lungs
i was not born ready for this
but something has changed
it was desire that made me weak
so I will take those parts you claimed
and build a new fire
a new flame to consume the old
and burn the blame
– Sheila C.
here is a smattering of your dignity
there is not a dry eye in the place
your perseverance has made addicts of all
of them
you’re such a phoenix
making your own ashes
trying to glue yourself together
again
-sheila c.
i follow your voice to the morning
and i rise with the small hairs
on the crook of your neck.
i stay there
and sit quietly
with your freckles.
they mirror mine
but i don’t think it’s strange..
someone must’ve
pulled us apart
before we were flesh.
– sheila c.
that little dog you liked
won the Westminster Abbey
and the Cardassians are fighting
with that girl Amber
we went to High-school with..
I think she made a porn tape.
she might’ve fucked the the last one
right on this marble counter.
I know I did.
I broke a damn nail
digging into the stone.
phewww BUT the fruits of our labor!
though when I tap now it’s uneven.
you know, tap, tap, thunk, tap
a lack of symmetry in sound waves
is almost as bad
as this sludge in our lungs.
it’s all the smoke you know
we practically blow it out
of every orifice.
I mean, do hear the muffled guffaws?
really?
man, cause my eardrums are swelling.
soon we’ll all clock into
work via facebook.
can you imagine?
Hah.
– SC
sheila sea 