The mania is well controlled today and I am feeling really flat which, in my world, translates into really good. I thought I would use the relaxed, nothing to report, feeling to contribute some of my poetry to the blog. I am a poet and have been writing non stop for awhile now. I will occasionally interject it into the mix for my dear readers to enjoy and hopefully give me some constructive criticism. Enjoy and we’ll speak again, perhaps after the weekend because its going to be nothing but work for the next few days. Have a great weekend everyone!
Lost summers on the shore
Red tide beaches and that smell you can never get out of your nostrils
Sandy, dead fish, fried clams, something else.
Barefeet I walked rocky shorelines
My little toes fastly becoming as calloused as my heart
I reach out to steady my heavy head
full of dreams and inebriation.
Your sweet face breaks my faulter
Your blue eyes laugh without making a sound
All summer I’ve been supported on your unsteady shoulders
Flip flops in one hand, Mangers Cider 40 in the other.
Though you’re holding my shoes I see no room for my heart.
Your blue eyes dance without moving
There is no boardwalk in our small sea town.
No buffer between me and the harsh black of the Northern Atlantic.
So I tiptoe the cement seawall.
I feel the dividing line between three hundred year old streets
and desolate nighttime moorings
Finally, I stumble and reach out for you
before crumpling on the dewey grass just off the shoreline
I shiver and laugh
You throw me my shoes
With one last swig you whisk the bottle out
toward the black abyss
It glimmers and refracts the bridge lights
before splashing into the distance.
You pull me up
Half carry me home
Every night after I need a sweater
My summer past is forever etched
in dewey feet and cider bottles
Your blue eyes who knew without speaking.