The Dumping Ground

the days pass like bowel movements
every which way
i lay back on the motherboard
the sun cooking me
the cigarette calming me
the salt eating away
at the safety pins on our wrist
the salt rotting away
our insides
in this cease pool
knowing that
the right wave will take us back to land

we all crawled around on the ground with sad little faces on. bumping our heads into the edges of the coffee table and spilling the beer bottles over. the crap was so thick in my fur, i had to eventually get Molly to cut it out of me. the sunburn was creeping up on me, my face tighten, the redness begin to grow around my eyes. she sat across from me, with her legs crossed, moving one of them up and down, with her heel hanging on the edge of her toe.
i smiled
goofy smile
she stared at me for awhile, slowly tilting her head sideways. making the examination.

finally she left
i was left
here