A DAY AT THE BEACH
Playful little freaks
siege the castle on the beach.
Colors mixed (faded rainbow).
Morning is a contribution; life is a reception. We run like a dog
after a thrown stick, towards every noon.
Dandelions and feet. Nudity has sprouted from
The landscape itself. Bare as thorns.
Love dives into the shallows of the dream.
Someone throws shade over you, maybe me.
I was a sailor from birth with an anchor tattooed
on my right forearm,
a fisher who didn’t write a poem for an entire month.
If you love me, just hug me with a look!
Forget words! The laptop is a dead shell.
I’m a castaway who’s ended
on the desert island
in your lap.