Pear Children

the theory of life

The explosion of stars right before I woke up
was there, where, to all mistakes
I love everyday, the rhythm,
the constitution to which I did not agree
what does it look like?
the thing that makes me doubt life
stepping, walking, folding my arms
I've grown years in these Compazine dreams
the hardest part of breathing is finding air
such extremists, we were swimming, then we were gone

Reviews

[Jonathan Ballam]

Loved this unusual title. Sometimes you'll never see those that have swum, but perhaps you'll feel their presence as the ripples lap against your feet.