7/22/20

Ruby Afternoons


Not as spectacular as Texico.
With the ruby afternoons.
Kindness and considerations.
Clean the nerves.
Percussions and riffs.
Horns.

Ocean does its thing always.
Seeking land and humankind.
With magic and sound waves.
And food and speed.
Soft, pastel skies.
Edges.

Stretch out on the white sea sands.
Tune out the talking.
It's mere talk anyway.
Mainly filler and fodder.
Meaningless words.
Junk.

It's Still Last Night

  This orange juice tastes funny. Where's all my money? Thought it'd be more sunny. Wonder what time it is. Clock says eight thirty ...