#rhythmless

This is “Rhythmlessness.” It’s the moon always. 

I can’t put any of this together. It’s like the dark, crazy age of a new music. But no dance to go with it. 

      We clap our rocks together instinctually. The rhythmlessness of secrets... 

      Are you the one playing the coconut? 

      The brutality of another sunset...or sunrise... 

Rhythmless River

winding down toward the delta, where

Water curls into rushing wades.

Take me with you, rhythmless stream,

away from murky, amber waves,

receding banks, disappearing

land, drowning people, dying, dead.

Take me with you, rhythmless sea.

To dance in Beatless, battered, dreams,

Where silty Salt deposited

Itself at The bottom of the

Ocean and Plastic collected.

Take me with You currentless drift

To find which Pieces of me have