Not This Time

Shore of Guanabara Bay in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Possibly I will sleep here tonight...on a true stumblebum shore.

I showed up, opened
the program and hoped for sauce
to squeeze out my heart
with my red red blood
that my words might mean a thing
for once, and maybe
appear soaring with
the flock of full fledged word birds.

Maybe I will get
it right this one time...

Then my head just exploded
and the heat of me
dispersed like day fog
on a summer coast morning
and I fluttered by -
a boy of all boys
in my dreamy escapades
from stumblebum shores.

‎July ‎27, ‎2017 8:58 PM