the dark counter smells of
seawater and rum.
her miniskirted butt slips onto
a red wooden stool.
adjusting her bikini top and
her fashionable hat.
ordering a tall purple drink
with a parasol in it.
the world is beautiful and
intoxicated.
YOU ARE READING
visions
Poésiethe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
