I heard John
sing a song
a sweet melody
for his ocean child
with seashell eyes —
windy smile
his lyrics halved
into meaningless
his heart subdued
in one morning moon
bring tears dripped
on eighth notes
crossed out by Salinger
I listen again
this time through
cupped seashell
intoxicated
on ocean musk
only to see
this chick
with golden hair
glimmering, shimmering
in the floating sky
she smiles
she sings
her name
Julia
©2011 chuck a stetson
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
I heard John
sing a song
a sweet melody
for his ocean child
with seashell eyes —
windy smile
his lyrics halved
into meaningless
his heart subdued
in one morning moon
bring tears dripped
on eighth notes
crossed out by Salinger
I listen again
this time through
cupped seashell
intoxicated
on ocean musk
only to see
this chick
with golden hair
glimmering, shimmering
in the floating sky
she smiles
she sings
her name
Julia
©2011 chuck a stetson
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