Discontensity

You are a kind of fiction

With coconutted, blistered red

Chlorine soothed, aloe fed

Bare shoulders.

My imagination overhears you,

The crunch of summered citrus blooms

Dried out in the roomless rooms,

Your mythic soul, sandpaper smooth.

I invent your thoughts of me,

A spider web, a branching tree,

Artificial passion fashioned,

Not controlled or maturely rationed

With measuring spoon reality.

You smuggling tunnel, you border fence

You're existence verses common sense

Is suppressed, sequestered in dream suspense.

Backed up against the yellow wall

There never was a chance at all.

As summer burns off one more year

Baked with coast-less, top-up, "Here"

In soundless waves and sand veneer

By reasons force, you disappear.