comes a thousand pieces of silver
gold tarnished by a broken sunset
every earth-toned song from shore by mustafa
bounces off white
sanitized
sanitarium walls of the ship
a distorted high-energy intruder
surveys the landscape
shadowing the manicure
of perfectly placed palms
stark crisp uniforms
shifting around the deck
another attempt to drown
every creation of original dirt
sweating armpits
homeless hands
with whitewashed dreams
stalking mallory square key west
ultimately failing
by next high tide
--- e b bortz
