beneath the earth

my skeletons are drowning tonight
in cups of salt water, and bowls
of odorless cream. the bones
are sinking beneath bridges
with spiderwebs for spines
and beneath caverns with
wings for eyes, wings that
sparkle with dead trees.

my hands are haunted tonight
by derelict fountains that look
like cobblestones, and dreams
that feel like purple words. the
ligaments are chiseling their
way below the earth with
water falls for hands, and
beneath homes with graves
for memories, graves with
the forlorn and forgotten.



my lungs are derelict tonight
abandoned by sand filled sieves
that's childhood, and meteor
showers in black and white. the
ankles of my cavities are asking
for fireworks with digital pulses
and four letter words that get
down on their knees to summer,
four letter words that promise
faith is a way of loving someone,
a way to pray to all we lost.