i've swam with sharks long enough to be one,
long enough to confuse where their appendages start
and mine begin.
they eventually bite their own...
(yes, i have the teeth-marks to prove it)
they run on curious libations, synthetics and nicotine.
using semicircular motions,
they wriggle their way under the earth,
up through the floorboards of uninhabited dwellings
peeling paint and boarded up orifices
using devices crudely constructed from ocean floor wreckage
probing our minds,
broadcasting subliminal messages
(the fillings in our mouth receive transmission)
tap our deepest desires
tell us where to meet.

promises of an oasis,
complete with the smoothest of amenities
and postcard pastel views soothe your tired eyes.
the price... merely our dreams,
we turn them over,
one by one,
hand over fist.

temporary amnesia--
under handshakes, false facade promises
over jagged-toothed grins and small talk...
forgotten that our dreams make us who we are,
skeletons to souls.

as clandestine their entrance,
twice clandestine their exit...
leaving behind only indigestible splinters,
our dreams made a fine feeding frenzy.

NB @ 11:36 AM

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