I left something for you on the coast
Of the ocean we made.
An impassible collection of salt and water.
Two unlike elements salvaged from the most unlikely sources.
Of children stomped bloody on the yard.
For running the wrong way in kickball.
Of women held hostage in a mad society,
by big guns and tiny dicks.
Of the poets, overrun by idols and reality,
left hungry in the wake, waiting for their day to bleed ink again.
Of brothers seperated by the birth of a nation,
and the demise of another, at the hands of well-meaning tyrants.
Of a thousand and one lovers paying to stand in line for the sacrifice.
The odds aren't good. The prenups are even worse.
Stand there at the dock where we never met.
Half past dusk, half between dawn,
In the full moon's light, you may catch a glimpse.
Across the dancing surface of the still waves-
left somewhere in the heart of the craven new world.
If you look carefully... with true love in your heart-
You'll see the reflection of a reflection.
Nothing more than a crass mockery of the sun.
Upon the wake
Of this mad frontier.
