Pacific rattles against the slanted light
blue turquoise green & tinsel
raw beach concrete
A drowsy numbness pains my sense
these dull opiates I swear they’re getting sharper every day
A little blood after
but more the shade of a rusted sunset
The girl with the crucified seagull
tattooed on her back
said she knew something I didn’t
She told me where it was but I had to find it myself
My skull packed with wet sand
pure as the driven foam
