when the tide is high
fish are splashing on main street
the ground water begins to taste
like the Atlantic ocean
soon Florida Margaritas will not need
salt on the rim of their cocktail glasses
their lemons will have enough

to protects its citizens
from the dire consequences of rising sea levels
the state government acted
fast and furious
and has bann(on)ed terms like
“climate change” and “global warming”
from its official vocabulary

Yesterday we drove down past the
Thickest thickets in the garden state
Listening to whine of The Shins with
Our windows letting in the tiny bugs
Dotting the sky between twilight hours  

You had sticky chocolate hands and
Salt specks from unfinished french
Fries on your plaid shirt tucked into
Your khaki shorts secured with a firm
Brown belt around your small hips

In the rearview mirror I watched the
Sea shore tuck itself into the small
Sea town tuck itself into the green
Fields until darkness enveloped us
And we could not sing anymore

Leaves of palm fall to the ground
As fish and coconuts abound
Children swim under the sun
Searching for some summer fun
Grownups head on to the bar
Or to gatherings where their colleagues are
Winter's left, snowbirds are gone
Some tourists are here, but most moved on
Sun climbs over the naval bases
Shining upon uniformed faces
Sailors clip along bays and coasts
Besides mangroves and shipwrecked ghosts
Plantains and barbacue, fish and rice
Lemonade for kids, and beers in ice
Corals are shining, and so are the jellies
While artists sunset performances spark passion in bellies
This is the hot passion of summer in Key West
Where oceans meet and birds come to rest

Ween will mend inertia
with a flair, only a care or attribute
in conglomeration can reticulate their spin
and thus their ardor abound
in meadow by a brook then
will allude a castle if white sand
will morph butter and
may implore horizon  
to only stake catalog
with green arbors there
yet magnitude of the nation
largely reactionary in latitude again.

By Arcassin Burnham


Theres a promise land,
One for each of us,
Some want power and lust,
I believe in God we trust,
Pink material in need,
Verses say the flesh is weak,
Forget tough , be cool,
Won't be taken seriously,
Men that run without phase,
Cold hearts won't give,
Lord help all the crazed,
Can't imagine how they live,
If this is really the end,
Hurry up and live your life,
No time to pretend anymore when you look at the cameras and lights,

I remember dreaming of a life with my first love when In reality
She was an ******* that didn't care for emotions or boyfriends or
people Less fortunate than herself laughing at me while I was being
Bullied in middle school,
Everybody's cruel, even your family that don't want you to be alive
To tell the stories of what happen to you,
Lost in disbelief or what ever the hell this boy is talking about,
Everybody else got the same impression without a doubt,
While all the kids from highschool that walked over me is living
Lavish , I'll be home writing to get a publishing deal in fact,
I know I'm not alone due to the 5,000 others in Florida,
Staring at the break of death cause they don't wanna live with mental disorders.