anarchist at imperial beach

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