Abora

the park

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

Comments1

  • Stan Rodriguez

    interesting write - not sure how I feel about it -nice imagery- thank you for sharing.

    • Abora

      imagery is always what i go for. thanks for reading stan



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