between Scorpio in the sky
and I
Nothing stands between
I and
salty dream
An unabridged stream
of coherent thoughts
woven tight
with the quiet of night
peppered with intrigue
by lack of light
Kicking off morning
like a pair of wet jeans
It seems this shore
has married me
Landlocked, well
analogous to hell
I’ll take mermaid rumors
over industry
Surfboards over
waves of concrete
Career-less I sit
on the sand where I skipped school
But you’d be hard-pressed to convince me a fool
For paradise, a fool’s bygone mistress
Is my wife,
and abiding love-interest.