flotsam in the fog
i’m not lost where i belong
gulls and the lull of the sea
forgiving those who trespass
against thee in their dreams
stoplight sand
against the volcano sky
with a retreating tide
seared into my mind
flay me daily, hold me gently
dash me on the rocks,
tell me that you hate me, and please don’t even stop
the monster here
lurking in the canopy
decapitated harmony
hunt me like a deer
