May Day

where has that shiny engineered perfection sunk stay the impermanent rubbery course through indifferent swells              why this situationally inappropriate craving for champagne while surrounded by wet threatening evidence the human body only likes saline solutions warm and before fully operational oh cold continual flex of three-quarters of one world, my only coast far away dreams, further lost and dying memory reefs stripped to bone, jagged and unmerciful, devoid of the curious avidity of snorklers, fondly jaded familiar guides, most of those sheeny strokes, stripey sleek swift tickles, those improbable blued fuchsias, unquenchable sun fires graffitied with black, dipped iridescence, even lacerating shells of the formerly clinging how is it I’m still here taking on water but thinly held somehow apart from letting go totally no one’s searching for the fizzing arc mustered from a dampened flare down to one last gash courtesy of currents and fate’s iceberg