under the sea
i will see
the brown and black--
map eaters cry tears
of rest stops
and starbucks
as black gold bleeds
the worlds whores.
deep sits the overkill of life
near drifts photo ops,
just nuke it already
and save the poster shrimp;
the eastern bloc way.
we die watching things die...
numbness is built in now.
how many of the xanax regulars
are double dosing?
i itch
my snitch
by the stitches
which binds my loom,
but i am never numb.
unintentionally.
boom wave jumping my southern father,
we do worry.
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