Dervish Bait

dodge the depth charge, micturate....
spin about like water weasel
slick plastic versus painter's easel
take a break from remonstrating
appease the breaking hearts pulsating
back to the spinning and the winning
can't see the tears through all the grinning



trash flows down to rest on the beach's sand
down by Cuba just by Alabam'
in a state we call Florida,
like an overflowing hiker's pack-it-out can
or a rotten razor clam
the stench from their ill behaviour saturates the land



stuck on a titanium nail
reminding us of impossible trails
miles to the sky
can't see the drop on the other side, crevasses behind
rumination slides inside
we're stuck on that nail rewinding our mind
resetting to play forward
— no sleep for tonight



red-tailed hawk seeking
instantiates winter's peak
while prey hibernates