My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

7.29.2006

no shade on the beach

stretched out like
  arms before a hug
  mouth at the dentist
  wrap around glasses
the sandy surface panorama
where
too many tube tops
mingle with
too much sun lotion
on lawn furniture
and fashion being
what it is
crab the skin becomes
flaking flesh

her
toe tips
castle causing
brothers' brow
to tremble
on oceans crest

she
a las a lone
unknown
unfamiliar
with wavers
sinusoidal surfaces
the rhythms
but she like those before
is suckered
deeper deeper

nothing so vague
could be of comfort
except an impression
of a shadow
on the sand
noon's slim profile
pen umbras clash
on the sea floor

down low where
the crustacean creatures
dwell
she desires
a glimpse
of that very wet sand
couldn't she just be
a drift on the surface
inner-tube
nope, instead
she skips like a thrown
stone
gently passing
under the sun rise
under the bubbles
gulp blurp gulp buu..
lead sifts through
the fluid
half floating half falling
into the pummeled
remains
of the historic
beginnings
water
washing the shore line
a ring a round the tub
foaming over
grasping at seaweed
shuffled
fluffed

her
one last breath
of fluid
before liquid
closes
in

there are two types of waves
one for hello
one for goodbye
wishes
and
waves
sunk

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