Poetry

I woke up three days ago: 
with thousands of- 
                  -wristshaking words 
  
that made nosense at!  all 
And the boat was going topside 
with the water seeping through 
the white-painted wood looking 
blue and beautiful in the balmy sunrise 
as the wine tasted better than usual. 
  
                              ,Humming 
"I hope I don´t fall in love with you" 
put a smile on my daydream, then 
                           it 
                       made 
                     me 
                 feel 
                     stupid, with all of 
the possibilities of falling in love 
at first sight twice with you; 
which is more realistic(and optimistic) 
than most concepts said to be real 
by so-called inquired minds. 
  
I thought about the non-justifications 
to justify the unjustifiable used to supress 
curse words sex and pointing out the obvious 
somewhere in the semantics that go into 
self-degradation.  I thought about the trials 
that quickened my spirit on the open ocean 
to blissful alienation. 
  
The thousands of blank words still 
stared back at me, but they didn´t 
need to make sense anymore. 
The boat was just a lucid metaphor 
to drop the scull in the plunge forward 
associated with the inability to live.