Wash Away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wash Away

 

Insanity comes like a quiet tide

Quietly if shrugs its filthy black water

Subtly is smiles as pulls at the sand

Coming as if expected with no hint of slaughter

Softly muttering as it stretches its hand

Insanity comes with its mouth open wide

So slowly it paces

Receding in mazes

A smiling tide has nothing to hide

Sounds stick together as it laps against the stubble

Bubbling up foam around mounds of rubble

So gentle a tide against the side 

Of glass eyed faces 

And cracked china vases

 

Lifting dead tentacles and letting them drop

Tossing yellow froth with a gurgling slop

Stirring scum in putrid confusion

Crushing dead flowers in rancid seclusion

 

A flux that enters with a new proposition

Opens tightening eyes like a sudden intuition

A surge that offers a final answer

Then lances the pupils and fills them with cancer

The anxious burst of imagination 

Shoots sparks of color in anticipation

Dried seaweed is consumed by fire as it grows

Soaking weed hisses and continues to decompose

The tide flows

As the water returns to suck

At cold ashes and muck

Bringing carrion crows

Searching for dead animals stuck

From piles of refuse they pluck

Before the advance of the ceaseless waves

Swallows the kelp like dogs depraved

Eating their own excretion

Licking their own secretion

Waves, waves come slithering and creeping

Scuttling waves come quietly sneaking

Beating fervently at wide open eyes

Dead to look at yet not open long

Closing with pain but wet fingers pry

Waves, waves come singing your song

Monotonically low, they're soon to raise

Voices in urgent gasps of self praise

Beating hurriedly with excited cries

Laughing with delight at panicking eyes

Giggling with expectation

Giggling with determination

 

Racing toward victory

Rushing at weakness 

Running at the sickly

Roaring from the bleakness

Laughing, gasping, rasping

With no intent of masking

Their happy task of blasting

Any attempt at dashing

To freedom elusive

To sanity abusive

To death conclusive

Waves, waves wash away

This withered body wallowing 

In clouds of its own liquid rot

Scatter the black blanket of flies

That coat its bones and fat

Smother its wet stench

In your swirling eddies

Whisper it will be free

Caress it out to sea.