PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Shoo-bop, shoo-bop

Nothing pure blue
falls like a counterfeit taco
onto the wide plate of the tide

sea scum shine
              (a deep breath)

Real life’s a ripple on the surface
& you’re gnawing on a beer bottle

as five o’clock shadows
              rattle like bones of fog