sub in your eyes

Sun in Your Eyes.
In the white sea of sun bleached straws
I saw a crow struggle, go under drowning
In the glare of sun heat and the end
of everything I was given the chance to
see, feel and intimately know.
An eddy of heated water was running down
the drain the wrong way hotter than lave
This must be hell and I ran away from
the struggle of the past and present dancing
in obscene sexuality in the shadow
under a carob tree... and I heard the raw
laughter of syphilitic whores mouths’
like gaping sore and a road of rotting teeth,
but I hear music to and am salvaged by a crow.