wind buffets my body
cigarette
between fingers
lighter clutched in right
hand, hammock holds
brilliant blue
skies open
copy of neil
gainman's gods
american
paradise
drunk but not
confused, I
create still
handwriting
large but neat
no, not so
mess contains
beauty yet
i doubt power
of words due
to overwhelming
fuzziness
just a break
life goes on
separate from me
aqua flip
flop, walk down
beaches, now
peaceful life
missing still
what I lost
every day save
this one here
I used to
live in this
paradise
("paradise")
plastic life
aqua is
the color of
paradise