I am feeling a little terrestrial right now - poems and stories

sluice

soul-sick, vibrating
unsure and unstable, i have torn off
my skin, churned it to offal
it rots in the bay
the seagulls pick at it and cry
greedily for more

the act of creation
the act of destruction
are not so different in the end, save for
a feeling of emptiness, a tree-hollow
to sleep in and dream of birds