Swim
 Have to swim

Lips are leaking
 Speaking oily trench remarks
 Not hearing clearly

Swim
 Have to swim
 Portraits drinking
 Sinking thoughts of old malign
 “Did I design this”

Swim
 Have to swim
 Foam the fringed skirt cringes out
 An old familiar hurt
 “Undress the rest”

Swim
 Have to swim
 Floating feathers wait for whispers to pervert
 “Who loved you best”

“These arms are oars”

Swim
 Have to swim
 Plastic vultures costume caskets to aboard
 The deep wide chasm is near

Of keen gaze
 Tell me now
 When choir has sung and notes decay
 Tell me now
 When all seats have been left
 Tell me
 Why this writhe
 Belongs to you
 Please tell me
 Just how many harmonies must orchestra feed
 Of keen gaze
 Keep singing on and on and on

Swim
 Have to swim
 Chin is weakening
 Gasping invitations to
 An empty ballroom

Swim
 Have to swim
 Legs are sleeping

Grasping imitations to
 Avoid your womb

“These arms are oars”

Swim
 Have to swim
 Behind a burning flock of paper doves
 That’s given up on love
 All drown with horses