God Tastes Like Snackcakes
caught beneath a nautilus
rudders spinning, cutting my breath
into bubbles that pop on the surface
i never thought i'd get my wish
when i asked to taste the dead sea
salt and spit and sweat and piss
i'm drowning in all of it
head beneath the waves
staves prickling from each and every crayfish
coral reef scraping my flesh
and nobody sees me waving wildly
i'll die before i sleep with fishes
i laugh at the contradiction
then slowly float backwards
head collapsed from pressure
eyes swollen shut from sodium
cuts in the splint of the fissure
spasms in my side
my heart begins to quake
that's when i died and found out
god tastes like...
(okay, so i'm offered a snackcake... and i give a polite "no thanks." i then get this
strange retort in effect. i couldn't get it out of my head all day.)
Copyright © Val Murah | Year Posted 2007
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