Surf's up. Set starboard sail into pier where linens line the alleyway. Wash up on shore, surfboard in tow, flip slick salt water from hair. Tide's high, walk along the beach while wedding party congregates around blue eyed babe. Peel off black catsuit where the roses grow red and purple then green. Wish were anywhere, but hear the posses form and my friend, my fellow, my friend.
Oh sure oh sure, my buddy, my boy, let's walk over wet stone together. Reach the top, I pull you up. Hands together linger longer. Sit on the precipice, oh let's talk about anemones. I can see the temple ranch.
The return of the mischievous, throwing sand at cackling black. Let's go for a walk down the way, buddy my boy. Cavern a cave, sick sea salt smelling. Build a fire, buddy my boy. Build a fire and let's look at the walls together and write our names in the sand. Together now, burn our clothes on campfire. But no, then you go, there you go. I slip on slick patch, skull cracks open.
Walk along the beach, no brother, no sister. Feel sand fill my shoes. Push harder and harder against the dunes. Fields of grass and green linens line alleyways on the pier. Rope strung high. Hear a name I once I knew call my name. Wipe the sand from my red eyes to see pale blue. Shiver.
Ford throngs of well-wishers, hold my hand a few moments longer and let's find her dead. Aunt Guillaume sits still. Plunging neckline invites eyes to fallen sacks, no breath leaves lips where fat left face froglike. Hair mocked up in spiderwebs and flies, makeup impeccable.
Guide my hand into plunging ancient neck, push aside sickly dead. Sweet Marie smiles and she calls me honey bun. Wipe the spiders, find message spun in gold:
Whither once I was,
Thither once again.
No longer tender crop,
No longer tender kin.
Sweet smiles, kisses on a dead chest. Breath escapes, hisses:
I see sister Celia, softly sing my name.
All I am and was was lost,
Remember me, my fame.
Quake to hear sugary song sedate.
Walk alone the beach. No surf anywhere, all dried up the sea. Would walk a port, but find a treasure chest. Open up the bark and everything ants infest. Outpour up my arms, spiders spin a noose around my neck. Time to go now. Walk up the reception, where the crowds dance in circles where the crowds dance in lines. Tearful songs to celebrate sweet mother resonate all around. Tearful songs celebrate two mothers. Couples line the floors, couples line the streets. Two people stand together, two fucking sacks of meat.
Walk down the way, nothing grows out the ground any more. Salt strewn seared earth and ants fail their herd. Nectar drips everywhere, honeyed dew darkens all. Choking all the guests are going, assholes shit the light away. I once I heard a song, once inside a sweeter throat. Cider strewn the parking lot, lichen lost the boat.
As endure the times, so the memory wanes
Lost shade in lovely hopes, loss shades and ever pains
As ancient oceans widen, so hopeless travel long
Blossoms burst the barrelheads with flowers ash the song
Sorrows sew my sides and the winds escape my breath
Party's dead and guests disperse and all the guests are left
No more singing sweetly, no more raucous rows
Sugar coats the darkness, with cotton bursts the boughs
O sister, mourn my brother sings a melody unsung
Robins' breasts they break apart and water fills our lungs
I knew a song a sweetly sung, a cousin for our kin
I knew a sister sing a song that I will never sing
Bright Celia plays a melody, cuts with a golden tap
Aphids eat their mothers, the ants are drunk on sap.