I only wrote one yesterday.
Apathy like America
I try not to worry about a future in sand
Formed into a sand castle,
Hoping it’ll be able to hold my weight
But drugs, friends, family school
waves crashing into dwindling defenses
And I am the sand crab perched on the highest peak
Waiting for liquid sacrifice
It’s hard when you don’t know how to swim
And even Bob Dylan struggles
Through changing tides
For the water builds and destroys sea castles
Like day to dark
Like life to death
Like lynching to messiah
The last fraying strands of hope
Sometimes debris washes from the sea
Enough splintered wood, glass shards, empty plastic bottles
To make a raft
But now the water is crystal
Dancing up and down the shore
Salsa dancing my way to death
Like Bundy, like all
It likes to play with prey
Before the end comes.
