extrication.



 

i came to you of splintered glass

of blackened blues, of buoys floating

 

you came to me on puppet strings

of blacks and blues, of wishful maps

 

the sea it raged, all filth and plastic

forever smearing toxic shores

and you and i, we raged within it

all froth and green forevermore

 

over time, the weather seethed

and seized and seethed and seized again

the sand would heat from lightning strikes

and glass would seal its cracks with quartz

 

upon the boardwalk, looking down

that puppeteer was froze aghast

for he controlled his puppet, yes

but also forced the poor forecasts

 

and when he turned back to his crowd

the throng had dwindled down to none

just him - alone - with severed strings

a crumbling stage, a setting sun

 

i came to you with firecrackers

keloid scars and splintered glass

 

we left as one with guns ablaze

with scissors, quartz, and strings detached