Tuscany shades and hues, thatched roof, dry
in a field that's whiskey clear;
pretentious are all my docile minutes
whose very moments l do fear.
Spreckled, twisted awnings gleam
so wildly beautiful to my eye;
the withered truth is replicated
'til it clearly tells a lie.
Afterwards, pressed coats and cardigans
become outfits in many ways;
they'll be lined-up and seen in the fog
just to clarify it's not a haze.
Semi-rusty lemon drops
stretch my pockets to the "full";
with a blatent sky so sea-worthy
it can honor every gull.
The churned up tide invests it's time
to wreak havoc with the sea;
tediously altering the smitten shore
and it's all played in the sea of key.
Comments
I don't understand
is this about the gulf war?
No....
...I would hope the imagery would be a little more on the mark, you knw...darker...disturbing. No, it was just a descriptive celebration of the shores of the gulf of California. A day at the beach, as it were.
Is that the only instance you've ever heard someone mention a "gulf"?
doc.