Push, Push Against The Wash

Push, push against the wash
splash, scrunch, squelch in the crush
puncture, scratch inflated chains
remove the wound�s stiff bandage pus

	Dilute the varnish come t�replenish,
	I; the tide she tests red eyes
	I don�t concede the sand might vanish
	- gulling salt, enjoying jeers -
	I clamplip stanch my stomach�s rise. 

I edify, deride horizons
punch up at the plenty sky.
Instinct�s stymied, mud tugs sense
I�ve had my bath electrified.

	Rockpool-knocked, the settle-bottle�s
	smashed. I�ve washed, I�ve macron-ground
	and opportune flotsam is rocked
	- I�ve ducked the ring to scorn the shore -
	released the air I�ll need, 
					I�ve drowned.

Usurp, upend � I�d circumvent I�d
kick a castle�s firmament
and stab an offered volleyball,
pull splinters from a lifeboat hole.

		�Retire!� I swear the skuas cry
		askew across a one-way wind,
		currents pluck my salted hide
		and box my peninsisland in

		chapped scabbed hand hefts shit-spat rock,
		and lobs it adversarywards, blocks
		out the scene horizoneyed, -

		I spit in�t the reclining tide.
					- - -
The Wash: an ever-adversary;
when attacked, acts back enfuried.

But grains remain t�reclaim the purchase
ankles damp, 
			but �bove the surface.

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