saturn

I’m wavy on that balcony

That feels like it could cave

A ship on the ocean at the edge of the world

at the edge of a rave.

Forever wavy bumping whooshing

mashing slopping piss gushing

The condensation of the cooler

A reprieve from the body heat

And footprints on your coattails

From squatting in the street

Smoking, fighting silence

Silent fighting staving violence