8.09.10

you don't read my work
you think it's bizarre-- pointless?
but how deep i reach

thinking about how
we and you and me might change
gives me a chill (thrill?)

at the black bottom
of deep seas, darker than death
our love swims, eyeless

i don't consider
myself a great artist but
it still feels special

i wish i could be
little bo peep, you're my sheep
fuckin' scram, will you?