Swimming Through Stones

i have heard about this

about walking into rooms

and flooring covered with snakeskins

oh snakesins how i wanna crawl back in

to them like sleeping bags

and i need things like i need paper thin fins

how i envy the herrings

always on their way

in easy flashes

tiny lightnings

glinting

like sparks when wolves

strike flint

while i feel like i am swimming through stone

so i'll hold my brain out of the water

as i swim my remains back to him

cause the last thing that i need is a wet brain

during the hurricane

so i'll rest my weary head

between the eagrets beak

so i can hear you sing

the salmon eggs to sleep

with the songs of the wild

i thought the coast was clear

i thought the coast was clear

but i'm wading through dead skeeters

through wriggling larva

through blood suckers

and i've never sucked blood before this

and i've never sucked blood before this

i've never sucked blood before this

and i knew better

but i walked right in again

and there is that floor all covered

with owl pellets

i examine the tiny bits

in wonder and decay

all mystified

at the little skeletal

glories

i wonder what went on in the rabbits hole

and how these tiny things cannot seem to escape

until we are left with snakeskin

and matted fur

hair thin

oh hair thin

bones.