Stone Washed Wave

Stone Washed Wave

I have given my everything

I am spent restless and contorted

In a back ache of convoluted humanity

A cipher for those who dare come after and attempt to de-scramble

This egg faced mess strung about in strands of accusatory undertones

Chicken-winged wish bones severed and traded for a fear semi-abated

In waves of a seasonal ocean scheduled to return like solar eclipses

Predictable from centuries away, yet somehow once a quarter in this year

Disproves the adage that a peaceful soul begets peace

In a movement of character and thespian like performances of repressed anger

For solicitation to the adjudicator parceling out justice in this universe

For that dangling carrot of a modicum of concern to annotate history

With the everlasting footnote of taint upon the sanctity of that which stones

My limbs to this wall, thrusting cabbage-ball boulders and apricot rocks

Colliding into purple lakes that with a palpating hand one could see the

Evidence swarming from underneath the skin

Escaping the labyrinths of enough bubbling to the surface

That depression wins in its propensity to switch

From concave to convex like a Tupperware top acknowledging the movement

Of the catacombs of coming home to escape the flooded tunnels

That have been pumped-in to excavate the fearful

From a repressed underground sanctity

I bemoan the latency of my surrender, but in the draw at noon

It would appear the bullet that was assumed removed has left shards

Of corroding shrapnel in the bed of this crimson organ

Gestating a metallic virus of coronary stampede

To rumble like a migratory pattern of wildebeests

Stomping for refuge in a reprieve

Away from this foul carcass, besieged with metamorphic baubles

Stamping this skull.  Just take it, just take it all, depression you win

Hope is a vile bitch, a harpy swooping and devouring all that I had to offer

Ravaged foul in blackened saliva consumptions

Ripped apart after its one-hundred foot stony-surf engulfs my beach

Like a Kraken claw combing away the remnant granules of my dignity

With an icy slew, scavenging, so that I am beautifully voided

I am nothing, I am infinitely non-existent and this feeling can obliterate