I Stand Alone

I Stand Alone

By T. M. Strait

I stand alone

Alone against the crashing waves

Great white flecked blue rumbles

Rumbles and slaps across my back

But I hold steady

Steady against the periodic pressure

I am far away

Far away from the Maddening Thong

She stands on the shore

The shore of the sandy beach

Her long golden hair glistens

Glistens in the bright sunlight

Her golden delicious apples ready

Ready to nibble and bite

Her legs are tanned and endless

Toes buried in the white sand

Behind her are umbrellas and vendors

Vendors selling ice cream and fruity drinks

Lawn chairs and beach blankets and Bingo

Bingo...yes that is the dog's name-o

He comes to her, speeding

Speeding towards her, arms open

He is the new beau

The new beau I call American Speedo

American Speedo is chiseled and tall

Tall and confident in his glorious manhood

Manhood that is abundantly apparent to all

American Speedo grabs the Maddening Thong and takes her

He takes her in his arms and holds her tight

Tight enough to make apple sauce

And then they begin to kiss

A kiss that enflames my hopeless jealousy

Jealousy so hot it melts the water around me

I never hear it

Not until it is too late to stand

Stand against the tsunamic  crest

It knocks me down

Down and under

Under the ocean blue

Blue I turn in panic

I rise and my head is up

Up and gasping for air

I no longer stand on the ocean floor

No floor to find my footing

I turn out to look at the infinite ocean and see the many fins

The many fins approaching me

Like a horde of langoliers

Langoliers ready to devour my reality

Closer and closer they approach

Approach as I hear the Speilbergian theme

I turn and swiftly dog paddle

Dog paddle to the shore

The shore that is no longer sandy

Sandy is gone

Gone  is she and he and everyone else

Everyone else and everything else is gone

American Speedo is gone

Gone is the Maddening Thong

Gone are the vendors and umbrellas and lawn chairs

Gone are the beach blankets and even Bingo

Instead there is an empty beach

An empty beach of pristine pebbles and rocks

Rocks jagged and sharp

Sharp enough they cut my feet

But what can I do?

I do the only thing I can

I walk out of the water and onto the shore

The unfamiliar shore that cuts at my feet

I stand alone

Alone, behind me a trail of jagged rocks

Rocks now streaked with red, and once again I stand

I stand alone