six words to stand on.

i've got six words in my feet
i stand on them with clay bones
behappynowthankyouplease
and say them to the beat
of my soul's flight southbound
while the winter wing chases
me down the street.

even when bones waver in the rain
the clay skeletons turn to mud
like a broken vase on the sill
my knees fall to my ankles
and even then, i wait until
the rain washes my body away.
take the last bit of clay hands
and grab those six words
like an anthem of my mind
they echo and echo and chime
songs that my dreams sing
once upon a time:
behappynowthankyouplease.

they weigh down, 

like apples on the lively bough, 

young and fresh

but wanting and quivering to go

but all the while, buoyant

like the light on the wave

crashing tight to edges of a cave

my head sinking down for a moment

water pushing on swollen lungs,

then shattering free above the glass

and breathing in those six words

dancing in the summer air.