“I mean, have you ever imagined the ocean is alive, and needs to tell us something important, and the only way it can talk is by making waves crash, and we just lounge there, drenched in cocoa butter, on towels with crappy novels and volleyballs, sipping spritzers, as the ocean uses all its strength to repeat the same warning over and over?” PoetryOceanCluelessCommunication Problems Author:Jeffrey McDaniel
“When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams. That is the ocean I want to dive in, merge with the bright fish, plankton and pirate ships. I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you and ask them the questions I would ask you. Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney? Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing? I don’t wish I was in your arms, I just wish I was peddling a bicycle toward your arms.” PeopleWantLooksKindDreamAsksWishStarsSleepWalksWatchesStreetsLike YouArmsOceanEarsFishesShipsSmokeBreathingYour DreamsRisingSwingsEchoesJungleBicyclePirateSofasChimneysRooftopsPeddlingPlanktonPirate Ships Author:Jeffrey McDaniel
“No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart, like the belly of a shark, dumped its contents on a table—would there be any trace of me?” IfsHeartLeftCuttingOceanTablesFleshBoatRescueBellySharksOpen Your HeartDumped Book:Splinter Factory Source: Splinter Factory
