The Kelp - Small Sur

Oh the ocean swells

How sweetly she smells

Crawling about and drawing me out

And the kelp weaves her way into my scalp

Rootin' down and in

Her arms shades of purple yellow and green

Then with tide rising

We scamper for the cliffs

Laughing, our feet are getting wet

Then I hear a snap

I let out a gasp

Crushed, the kelp, my dearest kin

My savior, my seed of existence

So we walk on back through petroleum pools

Footprints washed away by tide

But I can’t forget

Oh those lives did I end

At sunset on that beach I killed

Some lovely young floral blood was spilled