I will clear the sediment from my spleen
All the imperfect feelings that linger in my guts
I will filter through the muddy waters of my mouth
The raging tides of down south
I’ll clean the gutters of my unclean laugh
“It’s too raucous”, he said.
I’ll shave the bones of me
I will do anything to make him see
Something else other than me
I’ll be shiny and new
No black or blue.
He won’t wonder about my past
Never be aghast
My cheery demeanor won’t let him ask
The silt like blood that courses through
Will pass through a sieve
Change from old to new
But where oh where, will all the waste go ?
Why my darling don’t you know ?
Sedimentary, Dear Watson. From dirt to rock.
The pieces of me that may cause shock.