Shredded Pants, Stinky Breath, Palm Trees, White Foam Water

(album: Jimi Sharp: Man Of Mystery - 2007)

I had this dream where I figured out how to breathe underwater by blowing my mouth full with an air bubble and then re-breathing that old air. I was swimming around someplace tropical and I saw the ripply image of three of my friends playing on the beach. 2 boys and 1 girl. They were throwing rocks at each other and pissing in the sand and the girl kept talking about how she thought she was pregnant and how her mom was so scared. These friends were years younger than me, middle school and totally nuts. Super-duper teenage riot with obsessions and grudges to spare. And the contrast between their shredded pants and stinky breath and the palm trees and white foam water. I saw this from underwater, I was settling in. Closed my eyes even, but like a big rumble in the distance when a jet flies over or when the crickets stop, a tidal wave lifted me up and I swam through it, watching its shadow gobble up my friends. My watery yells were worthless. The wave smashed them and I saw the girl cry. She broke into pieces and fell down in between the white coral and turquoise fish, her multi-colored hair still contrasted the beauty there. I woke up and missed them because I hadn't seen them for so long