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| THE SHARK CAGE |
| Scuba
when you’re underwater finding form without light all alone in the steel gray asylum restricted again trying to sleep but it’s the pressure at night that gives you the bends Scuba cuz yer knife is sharp cut knuckles from a blood-knuckle scrap with mean-ass hillbilly fireman both of us drunk on tequila and me holding hands inside the saltwater the blood dripping the killer fish waiting Scuba in the shark cage again cuz the skipper trapped me with the paraphernalia of the damned by breaking into private locker and stealing swag of sanity/insanity of mescal + worms of homemade stoner pipes of small brown bottle of coke of bag of green California dopey-dope of cross-top speed caps etc. 30 more days restricted to the ship extra duty no pay a haggard zombie wandering the decks searching for the heartbeat while the world bounced outside and I ate those contraband mushrooms and chewed Dubble Bubble gum underwater … underwater … Scuba. |
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