So I roll down the dunes until the sand fills my ears and nose. Now a deaf and sad, mouth breather I am.
Damp seeps into my pants. The tide sweeps in. Maybe I can float a minute before I choke on the ocean; salt burning my eyes.
Waves crashing nearby. I wish I could call out to that guy, longingly searching the horizon. Ask him to haul me in to shore so the fish don’t eat me alive.
I kid myself, thinking I won’t die before then. I couldn’t even clench my asshole if I tried. Trapped in this shell of a body.
Can’t realy blame my wife. Of course she’ll fry when I die. She realy isn’t all that bright. Not why I married her, to be honest, she has these big, beautiful…eyes. And her breasts ain’t bad.
Quiet under the water.
The cold puckers my skin.
I like watching the sky through the warbled pane of sea green.
Until it all goes… dark.
Look at those magical colors, firing away in my brain.
Never knew colors could carry such feeling in them.
Love and everything at once…
Art is Richard Romano- Colors of Life and Death