Drowning

Sipping something
as the music plays

'Baby's got the bends'

oh yeah
i'll betcha

my ocean mysteries

you can count the times
while you sleep

the bubbles
dying deep

a sea filled with
ill confidence
is a whirlpool
about to collapse

tough love
is weak willed

a final analysis

for a lost diver

once soft as blood
now coarse as rust

she's going
the way of the wind

and blown powdered lust

southwards
with doldrums
the dead dolphins

the mercy
of the numb
is a wry smile

with no breath