Like a crazed-eyed wolf surfing on a sea of champagne,

I reach out for the crystal moon and grab and examine it

The beach is pink with yellow candle wax ebbing and throbbing among the spumes

The shells of silver clams open to produce their viscuous cream

I bail, as the wolf collapses into the undertow and his bollox eaten by a shark

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