Swurm Meal

Mud river basin fraught subdued
In spite tumultuous wave
The desperate sweeping harbor ships
To search a watery grave

A missing child who last was seen
Beyond the open mouth
Is feared to be a victim of
The riptide pulling out

Present so fair an innocence
Renounced in speck and stream
The placid surf that laps the shore
Not always what it seems

A mother stood beside herself
Within her haunted, vagrant space
Sends prayers toward Heaven one last time
To intervene her lost child’s fate

A paralleled, uncanny reach
The maliblue of pixel crowding
South of city Saugatuck
Sits faceless forlorn faggot housing

Dear Douglas in the summertime
Boasts lawns of manicured intent
The time town captives poured into
Pretentiousness were hours well spent

And then there’s me, the bastard spawn
Of all inclusive after parties
Drowning in bong alabaster
Water I could never swallow

Eyes undress my soulless structure
I can sense discovering
Who I am and what I pretend
I may be due prophecy

Men will say there’s nothing to me
Girls will claim they thought they knew me
Long ago and long since been dust
Running low on cleric trust

My Christian roots and heathen boots
Strapped to this place marked Planet Waste
I never thought I’d make it this long, this strong
Thought my mind would be gone

Sweet mother gave diplomacy
My father, hopes I’ve dared to dream
I thank them both though they don’t get
My intellect in retrospect

My broken heart, my ill-sought fame
The squalls of rain that flood my brain
The train of which I’ve never leapt
The promises I’ve never kept

Passing regret long lone tracks
Of memories I can’t take back
And miles of steel rail laid in doubt
The desperate need to find a way out

Search in vain for inner truth
The whispers of existing proof
Commit my body to the sea
And let the wave wash rescue me

Relationships I’ve scarred in harm
And some of which I’ve tried too hard
Some too damn slow and some too quick
Some felt like cuckolds to my prick

Obsequious extrapolation
Elicit forms of fornication
Risque intoxicating hipsters
Grow into obsolescent spinsters

Exquisite marram grass beholding
Pontificated thoughts unfolding
Tears of night that fall from flight
While dancing with her in the moonlight.