The Undertowing

The world is a sinister place---

spinning with a toxic kind of spine

and I was always afraid that you were going to take that venom

and stick it down my throat

right here, where we both knew it belonged

One day,

way back when,

it spawned the split notions up here and down here

and over here

And we became an ailing pair,

you and I

So we swam way far out in the distance,

until we could no longer swallow any more of the salt,

and there was so much, that it was spilling out of our eyes

But we couldn't see each other,

it was all the disillusionment of the Fata Morgana

We weren't well,

you and me

You were pernicious

and this whirlpool was becoming a noxious scenario

until we sunk down

down here

down, down

here

---like quick sand

Save for there was nothing quick about it---