WELCOME TO 'OH WELL'

THE APATHETIC OCEAN

Look to see the largest water known as the Apathetic Ocean.

It's so unfeeling that no waves break here and all the salt sinks to the bottom.

No tide in and no tide out because gravity is an illusion.

Folks could swim if they really cared to, man-eating creatures starved from over seclusion.

In the distant, dark horizon, one can see the skeletal remains of barges, boats, and ships.

Some still a-float and others have sunk as you walk along the muddy beaches.

You'll pass other strollers during the trek, not caring to pick up shells, or trinkets

You'll know exactly when it's night because it's signaled by sand leeches.

A boardwalk runs a parallel on the other side of the Apathetic's waters.

There's not much there to speak of aside from the haunting, ghost-like ruins.

For miles these planks carry on in this place where no one bothers.

I'd put my bottom dollar on the residents, a cult of dusty, dark-cloaked druids.

The gulls don't even seem to care if you drop provisions in the mud

Even the empty sound of space seems to carry on and on

Every now and again they'll fall and hit the ground making a slapping thud.

Another dead bird and no one cares the denizens simply carry on.

It rains here too, on this wasteland beach and out into the Apathetic.

The laziness of all the water is a sight indeed to behold.

The droplets hit the still, glass-like surface, but it's as if the ocean doesn't get wet

It does not care, it couldn't care less, science cannot explain exactly what I've told.

So go ahead, run, play, even frolick on the never-ending 'Oh Well' beaches.

Drink a bit because no one cares if you bother to go home.

There is no place that matters here on the muds of the Apathetic

The hum of silence on these shores will remind well to remain unknown.

By: Charles Poore