Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Pearls

Pearls

I put no pearls in your clutch.
In my gear do not dive
For baubles deep in my chest --
Exhale where I recline
On temperate gold-grained shore,
Sipping shaken fare.
Cool fruits ground alive glide,
Paint my nubile tongue.

Aware of seagulls eternal yearnings,
Winds high in palms
Synchronize with churning waves --
Whitecaps rolling, lulling,
Rolling, lulling
Slowing
Down
Time.

Beach towel draped on
My white, horizontal plane,
I admire thinly disguised
Bronze skin smooth ambling
Toward destinations I long be --
Not here
With you
When you need twenty-five hundred words
Soon.

This isn't paradise
Where be-frecked snots suck
Juice from a box that miss
A wasp-hovered drum.
Shrill shrieks and splashes
Spear air beneath
Diving board groans.

This isn't what I signed on for --
Cold blasts remind
It's a short season
No one even ice skates
When winter comes
Here
Anymore.

I need a new publisher.


I get that it falls apart. Another day when my head is not wracked with...ugh.