Messageless Bottles

Throw the bottles into the sea

And let the broken pieces lie,

Green and clear as the cutting waves,

Dangerous as the swirling gyre.

Let the shards stud the sand

Until no sand remains

Let these tiny submerged stars

Sink past the threat of pain

funny guy

he always said that it was only funny if it hurt,
and if you aren’t hurting,
no one’s laughing.
he always said that nothing’s true in memories;
that cigarettes and rosebuds leave the same
color on the tongue.
he always said that you couldn’t fix yourself,
and it was all a lesson in laughter,
but what did he know?
he was just a funny guy