IRC-Galleria

in a sea colourless and deep
like an entangled baby seal
wandered to a lighthouse
will the keeper wait there
still patiently

a shred of light split the shore in two
splinters in my hands
i'd love to miss you
and the trails in the sand are
gone before they began

underwater it is hard to breath
she is like a gleam that
i would like to feel

it's a slippy coast now
not quite daylight yet
rowing the boat
looking for a leak that doesn't exist

flare gun against
i hold it with my hands
i hold it steady
it feels kinda cold and tastes dirty

and. i. don't misfire

the lighthouse lit up in my head
the keeper glanced at me and said
it certainly would've helped a bit
if you had launched the boat first