Under a patchy shower of a salty sheen
A beast sleeps with the forced peace of a hiding spy
Even out of consciousness
A secret pulls at the entrance to his vicious jaw
In an indisputable contest for power.
Threatening to reveal a jagged gate
Stuck with the fleshy reminder of yesterday
His wide lips tease about opening up.
And as more tinkling, sparkling, confetti words
Fall to cover the black and orange map on his back
No one will ever be able to find their way to the truth.
Squinting away from whoever’s looking
At a photo that seems so real
That it just might jump
That it just might jump on the opportunity
To live the shocking daylights into you.
That it just might’ve jumped out at you
If it thought that you