Feet padded with sea-
Shells, or something of the sort
(a thinly soled shoe from foreign manufacturers
whose only drink is the pebbles of sweat
dripping from hot foreheads.)
Industrious, just like you and me.
i will continue to produce our relationship
from the salt in my eyes and the pedal of my brakes,
i will continue to work for the both of us.
My neighbors grin at me and I see,
straight through their crooked teeth
into houses rotting at the corners
and peeling drywall like sunburnt skin,
it seems as if their homes have been exposed
to the elements. have i become so, too?
my blood drier than sand, as it pours into you.
i will continue to destroy myself,
a perfect reflection of insanity
i will continue to destroy you too.