Life At Sea

I awoke this morning full of pus and bitter sentiment.
Above me an ocean of smoke rolling and surging.
Still aware of dreams of basements dripping.
Still aware of fantasies only I could fuck up.
I vaguely recall the needing of someone for me.
Was that real? Or another dream taking a hard roll?
Once I took off my socks...Full of rotten flesh.
That blasted ocean again!
Will I ever be rid of it?
How to conquer an all-powerful?
Shall I just roll with the swells, nice and corked up?
If I uncork, I sink. I sink far below where I am even now.
I remember seeing the future in a most beautiful shade of cobalt blue.
A blue that went as deep as light could penetrate.
Even the sky was powerless.
I remember the cold. I remember the soaking pain.
I remember being visited by plump succubi as I lie in restless, fitful sleep.
The birds, swooping and taunting, would lead us home around that jagged,
spiteful breaker into the mouth of paradise.