God Tastes Like Snackcakes

caught beneath a nautilus rudders spinning, cutting my breath into bubbles that pop on the surface i never thought i'd get my wish when i asked to taste the dead sea salt and spit and sweat and piss i'm drowning in all of it head beneath the waves staves prickling from each and every crayfish coral reef scraping my flesh and nobody sees me waving wildly i'll die before i sleep with fishes i laugh at the contradiction then slowly float backwards head collapsed from pressure eyes swollen shut from sodium cuts in the splint of the fissure spasms in my side my heart begins to quake that's when i died and found out god tastes like... (okay, so i'm offered a snackcake... and i give a polite "no thanks." i then get this strange retort in effect. i couldn't get it out of my head all day.)