we woke up washed ashore beneath a battered blue sky
jack rose, volleyball, so many colorful lies
busted sails, forgotten piers and gray imagery
as i sift through the dirt and then play with the sea

cold water collects in this acid-stranged pail
we submerge to converge
shivering cold blue derail
our furniture seems greener than it did the day before
a green lamp, green leaf parabiotic blood chore

these wintry fruits seem woven enough
so i’ll take off my shoes and take the most ripe
bite to its core and commit to my urge
to force out my jaw
right through my webbed neck