I walk and the world stares
With cracked glass eyes, the thick green antique kind,
Or was it only yesterday
When my lips touched the chilled oceans
And with each foray into the depths
The emerald vessel, catching the light, splayed out across the walls
A projector of sorts
And with squinted gaze I watched as only the shadows dance
Characters in the same old movie playing out a scene from a day gone and forgotten
And under the magnified burn
How easy to sneak off
To wilt from from the heat, curl up
Await whatever tomorrow is selected
The broken jukebox with only one song to play
"And a rock feels no pain/ And an island never cries"