Monday, October 13, 2014

On Trying Hard not to Write about the Sea, which is Ever Present

          displaced in the sick sweet grilled meat
          stubbie cracking sun     squint
          as thong slap beach wrap families
          foam break across bitumen facade
          banks by capsized bike jetsam as
          gaudy teen romance glints
          selfishly under a tree      a scream
          swallowed by a splash as paddled
          balls punctuate loud married
          couples making up
                                   the sun blushes
          turns away embarrassed at my
          absurd ghost skin     this was a
          misjudgement. a dog's bark
          lays blame.

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