are the violent churning waters of the ocean
beating on the pilings beneath the Atlantic City boardwalk
during a late July
My heart is a torrential riptide,
And so strong
That resistance is useless.
My Soul is Waves and swells of salt water
that never stop coming,
That rise up out of the grey sea Again
My eyes are the lightning strikes
That you watch split the sky over the Ocean at night
from the inside of your home;
Love me for what I am
or Fear me and Drown
I do not indulge
in the Bullshit of Landlings.