Just 24 hours in the ocean.
The waves wash all my plans out to sea.
Where they ferment, mold on the lifeboat.
I bend over the pool table,
Lining my sights just so,
and about half the time I make it.
He aims and aligns,
with beer on his breath.
Shoot.
Another ball into the ocean.
I imagine it's tiring.
Being so condenscending.
All the time.
With all the littlest things.
And all the biggest words.
Just 24 hours in the ocean.
And he's trying to drown me. |
Submission Name: 24 hours
