The submariner
Glides deep and cold
Frozen at the helm
Amphetamine stare
Feeling his way by
Long, dead pings
Stars die tonight
As slick, sick seas
Swallow the moon
He rides far below
Isolation melting
Slow and silent
Now fat, dirty heat
Sweat, thick as tears,
Sweetens his lips
He licks them, fully,
In feral anticipation
And begins to rise
