put my misery in a box
and brought it out sea
but first I took my heart out
and kept it far from my sleeve
I put a padlock on it
but I cracked the lock off
on a burst of sadness,
or total lack of
"put it in the box,"
said the crow to the girl
the one who sits inside me
who gives my heart a thrill
this went nicely with the sea-boy
who was fit to sail
he believed in coffins
but admonished the nail
with a smile unhesitated
I embarked upon the waves
the 3 of us reckoned
untowards our graves
as the box in my hands
received an order from the cackling,
the girl & the crow who think they're happy soon,
I rusted my face sour
and kept internal my packing
which made me feel like a mischievous goon
the box, from my lusty hands,
was released from its shackling
& plummeted towards a dug-out hole in its cemetary
which in this case was just water,
5,000 miles from home -
5,000 miles of this damned ferry
and as the bitches leapt with joy
as my doom met my day,
there were so many lines
on my face that day
into the ocean
heading all ways from my past
I dove into the water
I dove so terribly fast
the box - I'll get another,
however fine a new corrugate may be
but my heart? Jesus Christ -
that belongs to me!
so despite the partial enemies
aboard your ship tonight,
don't be scared if you're wrong,
or if your parents are right
cause look at me, wet with ocean,
high on love & greed & fright -
I don't change much
from night to night
but I'm sure you got a boat
to keep you dry without a pail
just watch out for little birdies
who say they know how to sail
*although mildly reworked upon transcription, I remain too attached to the initial emotional charge upon this piece's conception to revise it further.
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