Words Keep Me Buoyed


Words keep me buoyed
Sanity sifted, then promptly returned
Thought processes turned on end
Satisfaction smells like salty sunburns
But we were born out of time
Scribbles & poems don’t mean anything anymore
But to a few hidden scoundrels
The fringe of society behind unmarked doors


I’m Standing Under Swaying Palms


I’m standing under swaying palms
Holding a delicious boat drink
I especially like the little umbrella
Time away from life – don’t have to think
Smelling like lotion, salt & a sunburn
My soul has truly needed this rest
But without you here by my side
My heart is still a million miles from Key West

I Already Got A Sunburn


I already got a sunburn
But at least the humidity isn’t burning my throat
I need to cherish this time along the shoreline
For I’m home now & soon enough I’ll be back on a boat