salt lips and fingertips

A Poem by strangebrain

drunk n drowning

salt breeze in your drunken lungs
swayin' to and fro with a tune in your head.
light your cigarette and watch the waves lap at the rocks
like a desperate junkie looking for his fix
in the slime covered earth you sit upon.
shaking hands, you etched ink into parchment
as memoirs of each passing second
'cause you know this bliss is so fleeting like life,
and naturally you start to sing like
you're jus' breathin' with the vibrations of melody
that float from your tongue like worms
searchin' for dirt to bury themselves in.

then your head starts to nod,
starts to bob with the haze of sleep enticing it
and taking your hand
and laying you down upon a cloud
of cotton and butterfly wings
and pollen and little baby's tissues and shoes.
and on the borders of your blissful cloud,
oceans of wine soak into your stained toes,
like salts dissolving in your blood cells.
and the wine 'round your toes is rising,
to your knees and to your waist,
and to your chest,
and to your shoulders,
and to your lips.
o how it stained your pale, pale lips.
'till it buried your entire body,
in a blissful casket,
dancing with the waves in your funeral bed or
the ocean floor.

© 2012 strangebrain

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C.A. Lucas

I would say this is beautiful, but the image it brings to mind is brilliant in a disgusting way. Wonderfully written :) I just hope this wasn't inspired by anything happening in your life.