enough money or beer or drugs to ever get
over the mountaintop not
enough sense left to see when
I am sinking

You gotta hate the aftermath , don't you?
of love, of  pain and suffering, or perhaps
the briefest of affairs

hard to see the top of the clouds
when earthbound,  or the darker
things lurking

in the brilliance
of a smile hiding
false things,

spoken words is all
I can  hear , not the
undertow of the sea
tides ebb flow,

so I go forth valiant
only to be struck in the
weakest spot
and lie bleeding,

not ever seeing
her meanings