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