variations on involuntary action
i cannot pry the lids off,
as will gives way to nature.
and off the docks, the mattress,
i sink in, while you slide off.
the buoys tumble, restless.
i remain anchored to their
drifting inconsistency.
i long to see your shorelines.
beacon! beckon! sire my limbs!
sever tethers, pitch my sails.
my God! in long form, i long
for some form of remedy.
but great waves, tumultuous,
create rifts, flat lined lighthouse.
i beg of your forgiveness.
pitch, shift, tilt, sleep, sink, helpless.
penetrated tumble home,
rudders handle separates.
makeshift flare has been released,
and so, i await your arms.