"quaysides" poems
WE OUT HIP DEEP IN THESE WAVES
A LIFE CREATOR IN THESE WAVES
PUTTING HER HAIR UP IN A PONYTAIL
SHE’S MY OWN SURFER GAL
YES!
HER NECKLACE’S MADE OF SHARK TEETH
AN ANCHOR ON HER LEFT THIGH
HER BLUSHING WHISPER’S IN THE SEASHELLS
PUT BALANCE IN THE POSITIONS
YEA
SHE’S OUT ON TOP OF MY SURFBOARD IN THESE WAVES
SKRRRT
A TSUNAMI FORMING IN THESE WAVES
PEOPLE RUSHIN' TO THE LAND
SHE GON' BE A WASH UP ON THE SAND
SMALL BABY TURTLES FROM THEIR SMALL HOLE
COMING FOR HER RESCUE
COASTS ALL GLO'D UP
OATMEAL COLORED CONSTELLATIONS
SHE WALKED UP TO ME WITH A BLANK JELLYFISH
HAND IN HAND, GIVE N TAKE
BACK N FORTH, MY LIL MERMAID
COUPLE OF SEAPORTS IN HER HAIR
2 STARFISHES COVERING HER *******
SEAWEED HANGING AROUND HER HIPS
FROM QUAYSIDES WIT THEM WHARFS
TO A LITTLE HUMAN BODY
LAID IN THE SAND
JUST THEM
DRIFTIN
TIDES
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC