Clam Shells, Seaweed and a Whole Bunch of Junk

CLAM SHELLS, SEAWEED AND A WHOLE OTHER BUNCH OF JUNK I looked through the ocean I searched through the sea But I never found me She always said that we were different I’d ask how and she would always say “only in every definitive way” So I set a course to change those things I bought her little trinkets, bracelet and rings Yet the thought of her “we are different” still sorrowfully stings My beloved loved all creatures one and all So i purchased her a tiny little rabbit That was the same year I first developed a heroin habit The difference was tangible, perennial, and hurt Exactly how different we were I would come to know i.e. to cross a stream she would wade and I would row I’m going out but I’ll be right back “no, you’re just going out to score” And that’s when I watched her fetchingly fly out the door But I liked dope so much more And her dirty looks quickly got old Then dirty looks turn into dirty words, or so I have been told On that beach I found clams, mussels but no answers to be I wanted her back but old Neptune didn’t agree with me And that which I wanted to trade couldn’t be given away for free I strolled into Neptune’s not knowing that which I might incur I thought of where I am and where we once were Now I search the sea but I never find me and surely not her © 2011.…Phreepoetry