No Floaties
Reined it in twice to bear witness to the gravel reveal.
A secure stronghold lay beneath a few hundred feet of silk sand.
All that needs doing is the digging, then downward slinking from stair to stair.
Allowed passage, Luggage plus one carry-on.
Must I carry on? I must carry on. Carry it on, strap it on back no matter what ton.
My youngin grows, yet
Over shoulder, holstered Atlas-sized boulders.
Still, they over-shared, under-cut a sought after cost.
Upon others splurging with shopping sprees or new tennis tees.
All this while unleashing
unleaded things on the back of a relinquished me.
Involuntarily perhaps
or
otherwise maybe.
It’s best to get better grips
in the face of occasions such as these.
These handles for those dire situations,
while at it get some tassels for em.
Close to chest worn like a cut(kutte) carved to vest
with genuine leather, stitches together
with your ‘no one gives a damn’ effort.
Drone to roam from broken alongside lonely homes.
Trapped in tomes,
distorting imageries
presented in passages a showcase spectacular.
prize pieces, show pieces, priceless pieces.
Making up both mine and your
economic critiques.
On the conference call way up.
Mystique Paraguay, paragliding spectacle
Turned specter
when down wind a down draft
drastically changes
trajectory
to equal
Tragedy.
Alone in a life threatening ocean.
If it wasn’t meant for me then whose it have to be?
Zero paddle.
No Floaties.
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