In the distance,
Light gleams on the sails of the passing ships.
Cigarettes lit,
Smoke billowing from your scarlet lips.
Sea breeze wafts the scent,
Your hair smells like honeycomb.
One shot too many,
"Who wants to drive her home?"
A thousand hands raise,
A thousand catcalls and whistles.
A thousand tide changes,
The waves crash like missiles.
A hangover that just won't leave,
The beat still throbs in your head.
Wake up in an untied bikini,
Wake up in an unfamiliar bed.
"Ma'am could you give a description of the suspect?"
She can't remember a thing.
Though in her pounding head,
She listens, as the mermaids sing.
And where was I through the whole ordeal?
In the corner of the tiki bar, drinking my strawberry daiquiri.
Not wanting to get involved,
Yet letting take place another violent Spring Break battery.
YOU ARE READING
In My Mind's Eye
PoetryIf life is but a dream, I will never achieve lucidity. #6 in Poetry (2/14/2022) Runner-Up in the Metaphorically Spoken category of the Summer Sun Awards, 2016 Cover by Seth Yurchisin (IG: @sjyurchisin Note that none of th...
