fun with pain,
post high tide,
the kooks scramble
outta the ocean
with the sea dawg, Casey,
and his bat.
wet dandelions,
and that odd eternal sun.
mutual respect,
drowning on a watch,
worn my water's wet wrists,
and I can see in the sea,
your broken knee.
a soul oozes out,
eaten by minnows
and my friend,
Frank.
stop the journey
of that hand,
fun with pain,
we were made
to be afraid,
but Casey ain't.