i’m doin’ the beach walk
cos i woke up crampy and dissatisfied.
ain’t this the stuff of blurry-ass old paintings and such?
do you like my wide brimmed hat and my shawl?
ain’t i just as poetic as hell?
i’m thinkin’ that the wet sand looks the color of paved dog shit.
there are no mermaids here,
and if there were, they’d be propped on their elbows
blowing their bangs out of their faces
and wondering why nobody brings them coffee.
i’m doin’ the beach walk–
if you don’t like beaches,
just leave me alone.