consonantberry

The Tides

In Poetry on April 7, 2012 at 1:04 am

The tides have a purpose of rolling me over
When I fall asleep by the ocean
Face down in the sand in a stupor
Of drug medley that won’t let me wake
But when the cold tide laps up
Into the sand beneath my lips,
Salt sores form in my mouth
And roll me over up the beach
On a line with the tide
Like a tumbleweed stuck
Between a sodium allergy
And a magnetic attraction
To unfathomable blue

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