The Ocean Wash

The ocean wash was every word at once
I piss an unsteady reply
Wavy expressions of dotted light
Trail me back to an Asbury Park 7-11 parking lot
Rising whiffs of July tar 2004
Jersey shore aloe vera
Trash waits its turn to tumble
Wrappers weighed by cheese
I wait for a reason or forgiveness
As I drive further from both
Towards the wrong side
Of trying to lose what I never had
There was never anybody
To strike down until
There was no one left
To feel ashamed for

Night Time

Night time
Please rinse the day's color from my eyes
As you pour down the walls
Leaving memories behind
I promise I won't mind
If the color that dries
Is not the one advertised
As long as you carry
My makeshift raft to sleep
So I smell night time in my dreams
Whatever they may be