Drownings

dig in the ground, not looking for blue sky

but for the silver dollar that lays buried there

my hands older by ten or so years

then when i planted itits a token, a rusty metaphor

to put in your hands so i can show you

but this gardens only rich with seeds and roots

so coin poorwhat do you want? i ask

cos i can take everything, everything

and give it to you

what can i say? i ask

ill take all the words

and all the notes, all the notes

theyre all for youthese perfect props are not what im looking for

cause nothing is harmless anymore

cause every adjective comes with opposites

i kept it so i could be kept