Rinse and repeat
scales under nails,
line after line
with white, powdered trails.
Rinse and repeat.
It’s me again,
I’ll give you a kiss
then pluck out your pain.
Rinse and repeat.
Are you bored of this yet?
Do you miss the freedom?
Do you miss the wet.
Rinse and repeat.
I forgot why I began,
this sport is a dream,
I love how you swam.
Rinse and repeat.
Does it hurt, just a bit?
I play God all day long
and I stand and I sit.
Rinse and repeat
as the waves form their retreat
and the bites of another
rouse me to my feet.
Vast Imbecility 