Clams On Parade

Clams on parade go salty down Slip into comas in throats of oceans Land on floor beds blanketed in mud In love with the mighty waves above Lights on the shore, lights from stars Reflect memories back to sea Once more before the storm is formed Of what is to become of shells not found Is left unanswered Somewhere below the clouds out loud Between muffled sounds of thunder Happy clams alarmed by nothing Anchored by one foot in mud’s reality Begin another day of freedom beneath What of the fantastic ships at salty sea? Raise the colors to the wind boys! Churn with the waves towards shore Crash on rocks to swallow them whole Sell your souls below before you turn old Voices lift higher to fill in the hour Before the songs end in the mist The power of dawn cracks open Breaks like an egg in need of fire Evaporates with the days arrival Drink in the moment of the dive So much salt can’t be wrong Familiar with sand, shells become wise Stand erect in tides to savor the depths Suck up the flavor of the day Currently under investigation by muscles Too deep to measure as they contemplate Restraints imposed on them by nature Gray mouths close tightly in a smile Clams hold on with one foot in reality Anchored, shell shocked by tidal wilds Must we wait for oyster logic Pressure sets in when air’s depleted Mud is soft and cloudy under there Gathering objects in the dark Can make it easy to forget Oxygen is needed to catch your breath To catch a clam you must use sense Surely there is a compass in the sand Stationed on terrains still under way Clams parade oblivious to the obvious Sounds are heard from up above Only waves know the meaning Above, the sea is distorted by light Below, deep in thought, oceans nap Clams begin to dance as mollusks Crustaceans dwell within their boundaries Debating whether mollusks should have feet They do this frequently without sleep