Blind
Taste the second-hand nicotine
Inland
From the ocean bar
Now feel the shore’s thick textured heels
The tainted navy blue muscles fade to black
Shells crunch bleach and the
Concentrated pulp of lime weeds
The scattered mist wets our tongues
And drives our bare feet
Forward
We walk a rust bucket like our sense got burned
The pavement
Looks like a road today
Our yellow eyes blur full of Jaundice
Shape this land
And I’ve missed so much
The fall hits hard
And we explode into burgundy drops
Paint this Earth and wither to it
The Pavement is a road today
And you dropped, desperate to crawl with the worms
While I tried to hold your head delicately
Above the rising surge
But the mosquitoes nipped us
Tranquil
Turned my liver to solace
My joints grinding joints
Till
My knees buckled
And I could only lay flat
As your ears grew into the coast
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