Pathetic Floating Poem

I am a cactus monster,
sharp and thirsty,
giving the sun
the opportunity of my death.

I on the spiny mask,
take a picture
and exist in stuff
as if forever short.

Five more minutes to me
could be apple cider love
to another who says somethine
like 'you know what I mean'.

I don't cause life,
I just write poems about it,
because everyone needs something
to do with their boat fingers.