Blood is as deep as water

Thin as syrup, but not as 

Slick as oil that makes it hard to

talk to you;

And festering white pine 

Blister and rust

Like rims of rum 

Stuck to the insides of cup holders

Of your dying car;

And pity the mind

Set ablaze by little more than stimulation

Of words hollow and meaningless;

Days spent out burnt in the sun,

Chlorine dyed bleach blonde

Heavy belly rings snagging on the cruel words

Meaningless and hollow

Dripping down the front of the orange halter top 

Bikini dried by the sun;

The floating heart medallion of oil and water

Thin as oat water, thick as nothing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: