Mr. Shomit Barua/Big Mind

Our good poet friend Shomit joined us for a tune of our called "Big Mind". Check it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B78G4-Em8oo
The Myth of an Undertow

Wavering like the hips
of a water moccasin,
barely below the surface,
she invites for a kiss that
covers both nostrils and mouth,

and I am hungry for
her attention. So sated, to be
dragged in her thoughts,
scraping bottom, caught
in violence. Except, nothing
breaks. My footprints
hardly shift in the sand.

I want to say the air
becomes thicker somehow,
that it is harder to walk
on the ocean floor,

but the sun illuminates—
despite its many fractures—
like the pale ghost of emeralds
that are lost near a ceiling.

I often emerge from sleep
thinking I know the answer,
but that delusion isn’t anything
one can look forward to,
so I bury my hands
in my pockets and stroll
towards the divide.