Man Overboard

a little yellow around the pits

not sunshine

the dull yellow of cigarettes

but otherwise white

not blinding

the flat white of crushed salt

in a dim room

my tanktop

wifebeater

muscle shirt

ain't that a laugh?

tacked up

as plain as day

the obviousness sunshine-searing

surrender

I surrender

you should have seen me

when I hung it from the beam

crying crazy

red and ranting

I know that bastard's gonna go

yeah I showed you

I rolled

but you weren't in the mood

for taking prisoners

I rolled

but your army

it rolled too

kept rolling

on and on

and my suspicion

manipulation

selfishness

and flesh

were shredded in tank treads

I treated you like shit

and got turned into fertilizer

buried under the clumps of sod and clay

dirt deserved

in my old undershirt

ain't that a laugh?