Sundown Feeling

Sundown, feeling like an eight ball
Suckling stranded like a beached whale
Strung out to sounds of the ocean
Sinking guts and sand in the lotion
She can beat it, but she’ll never swim back
She can’t find her way to the shoreline
He could bleed it out of his jellyfish sack
Blow it all up just like a land mine
Struck out. Feet caught in the steel trap
Passive mole hides in the flap
Averting disaster. Avoiding the rain.
He won’t move until he feels pain.
She could go faster. She could slow down.
She could crack her head when she hits the ground
He could move over. He could relax.
He could bind brains in a softer cast.
The winds are blowing up her H-bomb
Cartwheels and grass for the teen throb
Green stains, blood, shins, girlish laughter
Hurried haste can’t get there faster
Gliding razors, shaping pompoms
Clueless visions watch as it’s all gone
She might be singing, but she won’t be for long.
He can’t hold out until the end of her song.
She can’t fight it, and she’ll never come back
When girls like her leave, they’re forever gone
He’ll keep on bleeding like punctured sack
Never wondering why he’s all alone.