Is it me or is it just the sand that chafes
With such flattering gratitude?
Someone’s licked the telephone poles
To candy cane with a bloody tongue.
Such focus to carve a crayon into judgment:
Judas, the clan of animal crackers
Playing Godot to the furnace of cheers.
The sand is so grateful because the sea
Redeems every voucher, beach towel
And corpse. If Jesus had a sea side spot
The cranium of his could be tanned
And sporty as well as shined up just
Right for his movie roll. Later in life
I’ll regret I ever made fun of this.
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