they always say you have to be
good at something when your
floundering in the hot wet sand
and i found out late in life
that i was good at
floundering in the hot wet sand
i’ve never been good
at anything though
cept running from
reality
and chasing dreams
that turned into nightmares
on cold dry dirt
and maybe that’s why it
hurts when
i hear laughter
or see a smile
taste a grape
from the nape
of your stomach
because i’ll never
be what you need
when your my hot
wet, sand
beneath me.
