Monday, May 16, 2011

WRITINGS

Couldn't Have Finished


I was sitting by the rocks near the beach 
over-looking 
the seascape
with a man fishing for oil standing on one leg
the other leg up and around
which made him look like a flamingo
but he wasn’t pink or white
staring out in the water
I walked over to him because he told me he had something to say
he said 
"Isn’t it sad when the water rises and lowers but all you can do is
blah blah blah blah blah 
blah blah blah 
blah blah 
blah"