because I dropped my phone into the ocean.
Now if only you would sink.
He had that hungry look,
like a west coast snowflake.
Everyone went along for the ride.
Throw in a proper insult and we’d be climbing the trees
for a drink of water.
Also good to know the direction of the wind
between you and your fountain.
“He’s open to all kinds of interpretations” indeed!
Two pigeons dance
next to a splotch of irreverent color.
[Insert drama here.]
“This is utopia I could sleep here all year
my toes crammed into this new shoe
I can’t get out of,”
scream the swallows.
It was an uneventful year.
