7/15/18 1:16AM
i had a dream of a beach
covered in the plastic sheen of cellophane
and the beach goers who stamped
fresh by stickers on its skin
to make sure it didn’t rot in the fridge
the gulls were all robots with waterproof feathers
and none of the fledglings ever drowned
they just rusted into the railing on a boardwalk made of toes
there are too many people here and the grass is all dead
they’d rather see weeds than the earth below
i saw an old man shit on a sidewalk and his dog picked it up in a plastic bag, and just left it back on the lawn so that it couldn’t decompose properly
the whiskey sour sky malted into a forty as the degenerate
royalty made their march
behold, i am king degenerate on my carriage of trash
streaming capes of harsh cigarette smoke
just waiting to get drunk
the lunch crowd that pours in for their slop all wear polos
and some have captains hats
though their yachts always stay moored
no drinking and boating, they say
they usually just pick one
the workers here all scowl
and twist with derision
when some happy soul flys by directly into a bollard
who knew such a lovely place could burn so much paper
if you see me sweeping a windy chimney
wave hello as i drive by
i’ll give you a peace sign as i reverse directly into a pole