shiftless layabout in transit
not enough laying about if you ask him
restless, foot's got an itch, anxious
to vacate whatever space. sharks suffocate
sitting still, you know, and i'm a true pisces
ever the romantic, nothing but blue sky dreams
alive on saltwater, watching for masts
over horizon, take in daylight while it lasts.
finally a minute's rest for my soles
feet all beat up, shoes paperback flimsy
with a beat up paperback pocketed
subject trash to tickle his whimsy
oblivious to the traffic jam behind him
unwinding, chimay beside, don't mind him
my dad has a p.o. at imperial beach... =)
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