Ocean

The sea fills my mind with brine and coral, the water is clear at times, muddled at times. Thoughts are the scales of a giant fish, I can't tell if he swims or flies, but I do know that he helps write my poetry.

Last night, Wednesday nights usually, I go home with Dylan (my boyfriend) and make music with our band. We call ourselves Cavemen In Suede. Every time we get together, I have a feeling of success. Although our motif and themes are dark, the music lifts me as we play. Dylan plays the drum set, Alex is our lead guitarist, Nick is the Bassist, and we have just added Johnny, on keyboard. When we play, the music transcends my body it flows through me like blood, if I were ever religious, I would relate that feeling to the way it might feel like in the presence of my ancestors, or a blessing of some sort. I am the vocal chords of my band, I sing about the sea quite frequently, I think I do this because it serves as the great divider of the world's lands, the waters store countless memories, and monsters. The sea is beautiful and dangerous and mysterious. It has been here since the beginning of time, and it will be here when time stops. That is one of the things I sing of in my songs. The sea is immortal, it tells us to value our mortality, which brings me to talk about my project.

I have begun to plan a music video for one of our songs, called I Used to be a Fish, which is about living in a post-apocalyptic world and rather than clinging to humanity, the survivors become a part of nature again. I don't have the details planned, but I have a vision that I want to make real. Here are the lyrics.

The ages don't remember me,
I buried myself,
long ago.
And the stones turned into dust,
when the kingom was overthrown.
And all the trees died,
when no one was left,
the sea swelled and took away my breath,
the perfume of the empty city,
smells like ash and coke.


Now there's a fish in the sky,
and he asks me why, oh why?
all the fishermen, they left?
And I tell him
They all wept,
floating away to look for another land,
the sea overtook all of the world's sand.

His fins cut through the clouds,


I saw his tears and felt my heart,
break into pieces part by part,
I couldn't withstand his scaly begs,
so i bent down and ripped off my legs,
Swam fast and hard up into theair,
scales grew up into my hair,
I found my breath again, finally,
neither fish nor fowl can define me...

His fins cut through the clouds,
killing all the birds,
theres no more people to hear them speak their words.
And he swims and swims in the deep light blue,
and takes deep gulps of air meant for me and you,
gulping air.