Bikini Respite
There's a strange, odd power, knowing you're not alone in this world.
Take your mask off, remove your contacts,
let your hair down
and call a few friends to come out and find solace
in the undulating infinity of a desolate landscape.
Like a mountain overlook, or the flat dessert, or the beach.
I called Jay. (Doug was busy reducing the females in his life to
variables in a complicated equation
and I wanted no part in that conversation
of ones and zeros
even if he'd been free)
and we went to the beach.
Little did we know that we wouldn't be alone.
There would be bikinis.
Oh the Pleasures of the
Voyeuristic Flesh.
"Don't stare," said Jay, "The peaches are marinating."
Brown legs and the soft fabric-covered mounds irreachable.
"There are too many girls in my mind
these days," I said as we searched for shade under
the promising sky
"more is the last thing I need."
"I'm trying not to think about work," said Jay,
"This is great!"
The Sycophantic creep.
I was trying to read my book, poems by Blake
and not let my peripherals drift
and when he came back he had a crowd
"This is Jay's friend who wears Masks," said Jay
inexplicably male-ego-inflated to the point where he can only speak in the third-person. "Man, this is Beth, Carol, Rita,
"Hi!" they chirped. I decided to play along.
"I'll never remember that," I said.
in my head
they became the pink one, the yellow one, the tight Asian one you can see through, the sister and my new future soulmate.
Forget the longing and regret
Forget the ones you'll never ever get.
Forget it all and in the morning you'll say:
Yes. Yes I had a good weekend.
yes I did.
Now if only I can get this sand out of my …
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