8.12.08.

the turning tide out at sea has churned out souls helplessly stuck in their memories. children on the shore keep getting drunk on their lemonade dumping spoonfuls of sugar into their glasses as they look for lost souls to save. their toes sit hidden in the sand as the spirits who float forgotten swim in vain towards the land. somewhere an oil tanker hit the dump valve and the ocean will become slick within an hour. the kids get drunk on their lemonade and staring out, it suddenly tastes sour.

underneath this sheltered dwelling you can hear the wind blowing or see the sun swelling. i've got flecks of gold in my eyes and they've been there for days but i don't know if they're there forever or just a passing phase. we all go through the motions and drown ourselves in different oceans. the ocean roll over and swallow us whole so baby let's just pack one more bowl. smoke will roll out of this dwelling we've built and we'll say goodbye to our worries and farewell to our guilt. we'll sleep below ground and without a sound, i will follow so hollow until i've swallowed you down.

my hair is falling out. it must be all the drugs i took.
my cock is oozing bad love. it must be all those hips i've shook.
please take a look at me and realize i'm not so bad.
please take a look at me and realize i won't get mad.
my eyes are glassy red. it must be the allergens.
please take a look at me and realize i'm a sin.