maybe i’ll never come down. i’ll never milk for no one.
face wasted, never get that good drown.
been squared down, by the life, showed me i was a shrunken polyp on a dirt mound,
i am light trapped in the dark water tap
dripping eyes in a background.
there are divisions proud, different kinds of being
different as parasite from hound, choke laughing cause
the cockroach wears the crown.
see me feral, see me bark at distant sounds.
see my tongue when it fails a rock that shatters in my mouth.
spirit got me on my back floating in the pool, i fought it first but now i sleep cool.
maybe i’ll never come down.