Drifting Dreams of Oceans

Drifting Dreams of Oceans

Float breathe.
Float sip. Float glass.
Float breathing sip glass.
Float breathing sip glass.
Float to breathe. Sip glass. ah.

Float to breathe. Sip glass ah. I float, fluid, smooth, rolling like water (on a dreamer’s breath). Yesterday I inhaled grey and yelped out mountains. Today, it is ah. Float to breathe. Sip glass. ah.

Float boat.
Float coat. Float note. Float gloat.
Float on boat to gloat. Note cote is haute (couture).
Float to breathe. Sip glass. ah.

She floats on green in a Dior coat (a capitalistic kind of float) each evening watching Murder She Wrote with leisure time for Joyce Carol Oates unaware of how she gloats on a million dollar boat in an obscure island off the Mexican coast to the fisherman nearby who to the government wrote with the hope of even just one peso note. Float to breathe. Sip glass. ah.

Float tree.
Float bombarding. Float oranges. Float words. Float yelp. Float words.
Float in oranges. Float in tree above yelp. Float in tree of oranges above words. Float away from bombarding words into oranges.
Float to breathe. Sip glass. ah.

Up here he floats above the words. They think he does not know sneaker or journal. Not even cereal or couch. He just nods. Up and down. Side to side. Dumb they say. Slow. Sl-oOo-www he thinks. He nods but yelps in silence. He looks at the su-un hitting the fruit on the treeee and he thinks orange. Orange. Orange. OrraANnngeee. Silence leaves his lipppss. Nothing. He floats away from words into his trEEee of (oranges). Float to breathe. Sip glass. ah.