I stare hard and long
at the edges of the sea
trying to separate
the salt from the waves.

A cadence ensued
with my mind transfixed,
I began to count the droplets
as my eyes started to close.

Circus mimes eating time;
a seven mile lake of fire.
Rabid humans ankle biting,
the girl with blue fingers bats her eyes.

Softly I approach the bench
to read my own belated sentencing,
as the judge plays solataire
with chicklet colored teeth.

Scream this fever into my skull
a regulated,structured, sanctioned chaos.
The ravens take buckets of my blood
and pour it over the crowds below.

The pinching crab
then opens my eyes
and the sea has turned to a rust
that now matches the sand beneath me.

Everytime I walk over there
to your house to kiss
I try to forget about your sisters lips,
and the ones on her face too.

08/03/2012