The green-eyed man left the garden
Abraham talks to the waves
Seagulls wait patiently,
staring down the rocks
A girl dances alone,
hair coiled like shells
Behind dark glasses
I crave cigarettes,
anger, sugar, drugs
Revenge
Soon, doors will lock
in 5:00 darkness
Summer destroyed
and forgotten
I carry my chair
like a surfboard,
unbalanced
My mother
called me “Dropsy”
You call me nothing
Abraham and the green-eyed man
are gone, promises are sand-storms,
my lips are scarred but unsealed
With nothing to lose, I drive home
© puma perl, 9/2/11
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