Hiding From The Sun

With respiratory responses, I’ll bridge the gap from

one breath to the next.

Let me sink.

I’ll find oxygen unnecessary. My lungs, they no longer

need the air from way up there.

I’ll find peace amongst these sunken ships and bones

that kissed away their prior skins.

They could not adapt.

The potent hit of salt has lost its sting inside my

chest and with this breath I am home.

And though its neurotic to run from a cancer born love,

the undulating blue will keep my mind from thoughts of

you.

As I’m hiding from the sun.

The moon has put the sun to sleep as I rise to the

surface to attain my night on the town.

My feet will touch dry land again as I break down and

sink into the sand, underground.

But here their eyes all read resent and I dig my way

back up

before they get the chance to waste a drug.

Oh, but the city lights are much to bright and my eyes

they paralyze and dilate to compensate.

And though its neurotic to run from a cancer born love,

the undulating blue will keep my mind from thoughts of

you.

As I’m hiding from the sun.

I can’t live in-between, I must choose an extreme.

A years worth of metaphors couldn’t find a meaning.

I’ll invite the infection through skin cells and

chromosomes,

bones that grow hallow no marrow to decompose.

I suppose, I suppose I can never grow old.

But these pirates and sunken ships, they’re alive once

the day is dead.

And they don’t forget, they don’t forget , they don’t

forget,

And one says to me: “My friend, re-invent what you

thought was dead, because we have our fun.”

Yeah, we had our fun as I was hiding from the sun.