The Jungle

A place where the waves
Crash upon the shore
Where water grinds
Rocks into sand
I appear again

Where fur is worn
Atop forelorn heads
The art is set
And then lit ablaze
I appear again

I'll feed you when you hunger
And will quench your arid oraface
Your body I'll carry
When you need to rest

I remember a jungle on the beach
It filled my soul
Littered with neon and crackers
And no sound but the beating heart
Of all the gods I know

written 5-10-06