Tumbling waters, and
grey skies.
Sell your soul
just to stay “alive.”
Wash upon my shores
like your last resort.
Though no leis here,
no mai tais for you—
Speak your truth, how
these treacherous tides got you
spooked.
The depths of these oceans—
Boy, if you only knew…
Ragged cloths; remnants
of tailored suits, paid for with fool’s
gold and a self-made noose