A Flock Is Encircling an Esophageal White Sky

Above a beached bleached paperback, "The Doors of Perception", a pent-up penchant for greed is flung wide open: The esophagus of a seagull sky grows narrow until one seagull stomachs trash with zero tolerance for sharing. Squeaky double doors apprise descending gulls this bird has wings doubling in size. Squishy moist sand, footprint-ridged into pouty lips, chased-away seagulls waddle toward crushed crumbs. Captains trudge farther ashore or return to ships.