mindblurbian memory

quick trip on the zip ship
deep brain sunken treasure troves
old school, hard knocks style.
Marianna trenches of memory drudged
I’m a sea-farer, lost in ripples,
believe it or not.
surfs up, on a crystal-tip,
sea legs used to wooden planks
full up to “here” of fish tanks
swimming with skanks
washed up on an over-active imagination-bank
re-living my mistakes,
four paces to the west or east?
re-living my “dem’s ‘da breaks”
a case of the lonely shakes, beats,
running my fingers like mud rakes
through the forehead coral reef.