End over end
The boy pivots in slow motion
Furled like a flower
In snow
A parabola whose arc begins at shattered windshield
And ends with crack of collagen
On gored asphalt

Now the sirens
Slice the clothes
Haul him through the blue
To the chopping block

The boy lives through pains he won’t remember
Cutting and pasting his body
In a montage of grafted bone
While he dreams of deserts
Whose sands vanish
In vacuous sinkholes

Behold the boy remade
Enthroned on his steed of aluminum
Captaining his broken body
His wheeled ship adrift
As though at sea

I set out into the waves



Ocean writes animist literary fiction, nightmare fairy tales, poetry based on recording devices left by ancient sentient species found in the fossil record, surrealist realism, postcards to no one, erasure novels, and abstract erotic literature, and has lived with a C-6/7 Spinal Cord Injury for the past 18 years .