i am rock and you are clam

I am rock and you are clam.

My jeans are wet from walking through the rain. The weight of it all…. The cuffs are ripping with every step. I drag my feet through the puddles. If I were barefoot I’d feel every drop; if I were shirtless my fishes would swim. I wear my raincoat like a pair of wings. This means nothing to you. I spot a rock on the ground that I like. A rock I want. But it’s not what I need right now; I’m still getting over these wet jeans. I want the rock; I pick it up [the rock]; I really like it. But I put it down, I just can’t carry this rock right now. I’ll see it later though. Yes, you will. I hope it enjoys the rain as much as I do. I hope the rock’s okay. The rock is okay.

I get down to my boxers and skin and shed the day off of me. I tuck myself into my bed. If I were a beaver I’d say damn. If I had a pet corn cob I’d point and say “ that’s corny”.

My skin is wet. Today is clammy. But it was a good ady because I did what I needed to. Just eat the clams. Ramble on until I’m not laughing anymore. That’ll take ages but I’ll wait. Nonsense, yeah. Yes. I’m happy because I heard the rock still wants to be friends. I’m happy because my jeans are wet and my skin is damp. You are a clam, I can tell because your smile is full of pearls. If I were a greedy man I’d take ‘em. I’d rather just see the pearls on you, clam. I feel quite calm with you, clam. I feel like the rock in the rain. I feel clam.

I am rock.