totally gellin

there is an ocean halfway in between the floor and the coffee table top.
the only feelable sensations are comming from the wavetops at your knees where the seagulls eat your skinscabs.
so your toes dont notice the prickly shipwreck wood they're grabing.
a submarine blows its whistle overby a two-pronged outlet...

oh man those wavetops!

the hairs you havent shaved on your shins spread along the surface of the water.
the treetrunk lifeyears of your legs starts spin spin spining which causes the ocean to flush into your heals and now it sloshes around when you walk
or stand, sit or kick.