Don't you understand? It hurts me that you exist in the world.

When I am old
and these eyes have seen all they already know for themselves
       to see what I have seen
       to see what I see
       to go to sea
When I am old
I'll take out my heart and store it in a jar.
I'll dry it out in a jar and display it on my front step proudly for visitors.

There in the centre, floating in a small row boat
you will be singing softly
smiling like you know a secret.

James

Veins

It was all a joke
at my expense
I never wanted to stop laughing at myself
so I made up a reason to smile
cutting the laughter piece by piece from my flesh
Trying to prove the bubbling sound of flowing blood
is as joyful as a river
filled with sticks
Already knowing where it will flow
                what it will see.