Random Threads
lightly the breeze flows
around my consciousness
softening my sensibilities,
clouds hide on the horizon
of my morning relaxations
after a night of blissful sleep,
inked bodies try to hide
their mistakes behind tans
realizing money to be saved,
human bodies walk like
crabs along the sand as they
fetch shells for their collections,
apartment towers loom over
sand highways ladden with
the increasing heat of the day,
colorful brellas little the
vantage point of sight as
far as the vision strays,
persepctives changes as radpidly
as does the weather shares its
hit or miss showers hourly,
non existent shore patrols are
evident as the nvisible hand
monitors its own kind here,
depths of persausion exist
only in subconscious minds
that dwell in their vacant homes,
scavengers looking for dimes
and nickels are persistent in
their approaches and distances.
24Aug21
Resistence
exposed bodies are fashionable
both male and female alike as
well as their offsprings whose
awareness of self has not yet
been acquired... sounds silently
resting in my mind are released
without inhabitions and dozens of
memories flood my consciousness,
my eyes dart back and forth to
catalog... my hands grasp the
handrails of my imagination for
guidance, receiving minimal
instructions as the wake of it all
overpowers the senses... trapped
water in puddles are warmed in
the fully focused sun while
little ones play in their bathtubs
and parents watch in delight for
another positive memory to be
engendered into their likeness,
men who fish in the early hours
have vanished leaving their poles
in pvc holders in case the weather
decays like the evacuation of
Afghanistan... the rest of us
ignore politics and feast our eyes
on the humidity, making sure we
are fully protection with lotions.
24Aug21
On the Beach
a watery carpet with white
capped fringe lays out in
front of me waiting for its
furniture of jet skiis and
banana boats to arrive,
dozens of bathers stand
waist high in its cool
environment while turning
their bodies to waves...
sea shell seekers walk with
heads down hoping to avoid
collusions from alert walkers
coming towards them...
bending over irresponsibly
as if protected by some
invisible force shield...
shirtless males toss the ball
in a effort to appear athletic
while buxom babes curtsy
in their direction presumably
to situates their chairs better,
beer cans wrapped in towels
are in numerous hands as mainly
males try to circumvent the law,
hoping the cold cools them off,
another day in paradise but
without the cancerous injestion
of red meat cooked on a grill.
23Aug21
Existence Signs
distance to the horizon cann
easily be measured from this
vantage point as the perceived
horizon is not really a fixed
point always moving outward
as one approaches its location,
it is impossible to determine if
the waves hitting the shoreline
have been replace by other water
or if it has been regenerated again
over and over from the same source,
grains of sand come from crushed
sea shells but how old is the
sand on which we walk... and,
how many feet before us have
walked on the same grains?
life is brief in comparison to
the universe and yet we feel as
if we are the owners of it all...
even though our possession
is always temporary... we look
at the sky and wonder if it has
moved or if it still is the same
sky that our eyes saw yesterday,
not really caring or waiting for an
answer to our rhetorical question,
life engenders questions that may
or may not be resolved by the
time our bodies no longer exist.
23Aug21
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