Self Portrait
in the Waves
(c) Singleton
Tumbling
face first,
knees scraping,
drowning in ice cold foam,
green beer bottles
everywhere...
and then the Sun...
Upside down
and warm,
just a little deeper...
past the cold acqua skies...
and it's raining somewhere,
I'm drenched....
Floating....
to the bottom....
ribbons of fluorescent seawood
tangling in my hair,
spaghetti soft...and dancing...
Until
my chin scrapes the sand...
and blue toes scrunch into
the soggy face of a drunken sunset
and push...
Up, up, up...
"Don't breathe until you hear the waves"....
A psychedelic memory on 9 x 12 cold press watercolor paper....I've almost drowned a gazillion times....in water, love, Michelob lights, Friday nights, debt, the dark dark places of my mind...and everytime, on Angel's wings....I've pushed off from the bottom...
Clink! To now, and next time, and the ageless reflection of the hippie at the bottom....dancing until it's time to come up for air...
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