wipeout

left hollow mountains for the bluffs,
the boardwalk and the sea,
made a paper boat,
sent it off to end the world
and save her,
 
forever in a daze,
feet stuck in the muck,
quicksand, a happy song
on the boardwalk,
and i'm smoking wine, so
 
i defy you, stars.
 
 
*
 
 
eating dark shapes till
there aren't enough left
for plenty of fish in the sea
to make sense,
 
 
i dive deep for her,
 
till i'm faded,
 
till the bubbles stop,
 
till i'm a particle of dust falling
gently onto the gnarliest of waves.