A Few of My Favorite Things

The voice of fish sleeping
The voice of dead birds
The voice of snow melting
The voice of water burning
All of these things
lower my eyelids
to die with the sun

The voice of the past
Oh, how I want my tongue back!
Oh, how I want my feet back!
STOP

STOP

stop

stop

Flowers in the sky raining rags soaked in blood
Bees in the ground stinging seeds to be born
Lungs in the bath, underwater
Air in a jar holding my breath

-jon paul