P O N D E R W A T E R
Audio Installation
Swim out/ “Ponder Water”
Here, there’s too many zippers on our faces
Our pockets are full of ponder water
Dripping down our stomachs
Boling against our anxiety
Spoiling like anger paper against the ceiling
We hug like separate lenses
Like desperate senses
We scratch each other’s tears off
Watching the blood run faster than we dare
As she’s there, trying hard to be beautiful
Fixing up her face till she feels fake enough to break
Because the shell over her eyes is a tight seam
she tightens her eyes
And each hairpin is like a skull bullet on your part
So we flip our hair from side to side
Pretending to shake off
While we shake up
ourselves
Like rattling shackles,
And jugs of orange juice this Monday morning
All the little gray spiders rolling across the wooden deck
Like dice
And my private universe messed up into humid whites, and shy browns
blocking out visions of my similes
falling bricks
falling bodies
And I’m still here
Growing like stained glass out of the wall
Waiting for you to radio down
Take me up with hands that know better
Know better than what I am too third person to feel
Feed me through an open door like a dollar bill,
To escape,
But I can’t swim
Because my pockets are so full of ponder water
Here, there’s too many zippers on our faces
Our pockets are full of ponder water
Dripping down our stomachs
Boling against our anxiety
Spoiling like anger paper against the ceiling
We hug like separate lenses
Like desperate senses
We scratch each other’s tears off
Watching the blood run faster than we dare
As she’s there, trying hard to be beautiful
Fixing up her face till she feels fake enough to break
Because the shell over her eyes is a tight seam
she tightens her eyes
And each hairpin is like a skull bullet on your part
So we flip our hair from side to side
Pretending to shake off
While we shake up
ourselves
Like rattling shackles,
And jugs of orange juice this Monday morning
All the little gray spiders rolling across the wooden deck
Like dice
And my private universe messed up into humid whites, and shy browns
blocking out visions of my similes
falling bricks
falling bodies
And I’m still here
Growing like stained glass out of the wall
Waiting for you to radio down
Take me up with hands that know better
Know better than what I am too third person to feel
Feed me through an open door like a dollar bill,
To escape,
But I can’t swim
Because my pockets are so full of ponder water