I don’t surrender.
I may walk away
but I’ll come back,
number too many-
I’ll see you again.

The ocean is
a lot of bullshit.
This is
my observation.
Always is,
Always was.

I’m always
in the ocean
in heart,
but in spirit
I’m in
a three six
mafia song,
curing my
balls of steel
in the land of
milk and honey
as an oxymoron
for in real life,
aka the ocean.

I’m not even
lying.