Oceans - Thomas Rusiak

Sometimes, I sit down with

Two glasses of rhum

To count money I’ve earned

That adds up to a crumb

And fall out on a field

Feel tired and gone

Feeling the earth in a storm

It still keeps me warm and I —

Inhale sweet air but won’t

Breath it at all

And dead calm, deep water, feels wet

And before I —

Exhale I — feel deeper within

Then I fall down

Staring at the oceans in you

Deep down, deep down your water

Sail out, the storm will make me

Find my way home

Sometimes, I come down from the

High in my brain

And feel lame, start itching

Need to fill up my vains again

And fall out, lay flat on the ground

And my eyes

They stay closed, for a while

But wide open inside, and I

Inhale sweet air

It tastes salted and raw

And dead clam deep water

Feels wet and before I —

Exhale — I feel deeper within

Then I fall — down

Staring at the oceans in you

Before I sail out

I found a hole in the sky

And I’m wahtcing you from where

I love my living

Deep down, deep down your water

Sail out, the storm will make me

Find my way home