Salton Sea.

You have made my mind into a Salton sea created quite accidentally.

With a rushing flood of foolish emotion from the river of my own creation.

Just enough to fill my basin created by your constant erosion.

Waters receding I did not have time to build my damn.

I hear you still like a saxophone trill, sad and searching for more.

But now I know to block the door and quickly shut my eyes.

Salinity now on the rise with the salty tears I cant help but cry.

Now nothing here will ever survive. Endorheic, the poisons become blocked in.

Will you replenish with the sweet drip, drip of your clear ,clean voice? I hear your words again.

With a shoreline growing and silt encroaching I feel I don't have much of a chance.

I know it changes nothing but the water levels in my lake of lost romance.

When you have the choice of a rolling swell or becoming just a dried up well....

 which would you rather be?