down by the sea where the watermelons grow
the people look hungry deadeyed +scallopish
except for one server named Angel who told me
i believe in energy fields and when i was 6 i told
my parents there’s a healing dome over St. Pete’s it protects us
it does feel strangely peaceful here to the point of mortis
but how to explain the hungrylumpen +gnashing? who
otherwise look well fed + largely bitchtitted (perhaps a line has been crossed?)
fetid porta-potties strewn for the hungry by a company
called The Throne tapeworms fester all making it difficult
to reconcile the bucolic
or the cursing sailors
with lobsterblood
smeared on shanks
i found myself being eyed by large men with hungry eyes
and women forlorn+deshabille i came here to take the cure
and to watch husband #3 rise up from the radiation machine
but we all know
he walks
on fuckingwater
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Summer 2025 ..Sailor Jerry please come for me already..
songanddancegirl 