some summer things

At times I feel my fridge should open up to infinity
Like some twisted Narnia wardrobe
The cool smooth of its plastic doors
Turning to beach sand
Or golden locks of hair between fingertips

A bright orange creamsicle lights up the dark on your face
A slow and lazy river
Dammed with colourful inner tubes
And bright red bell peppers

And somewhere else, under fireworks
The bittersweet taste of
Turkish delight and cigarette smoke

the daily haps

There is courage in the kitchen cupboards
I keep it there
For emergencies, you know

Some days I find my house too messy
I organize like it's a bad habit I'm trying to quell
The full moon outside knocks on the door and
I spit in his face

I can't help it

He just walks away after that
Sort of offended, I guess
And I want him to come back but
Then I figure he has somewhere to be anyway

beach thoughts

A lighthouse is stumbling toward me in the dark
I'd try to help
If only she would just stop flashing those lights that way

The sand is slipping through my fingers
And our pyramid is terribly incomplete
So maybe just try harder?

When I'm feeling mean I like to take long walks on the sea wall
The people there so
Chaotic and slow
Like a high definition tornado
They hurry on their way but
Mostly I just like to look out at the sea

Picturing the parakeets
Melting their wings in the Sun