(no subject)

[disquisitionist]

There's no longer sights on Californian coasts
or swimming deep into the evening

A lapse or maybe it was a release
when the blood willed itself shown down the bubbles

Oh, there are left the fools
contemplating
exaggerating and dismissive
of shells abandoned
and drank of
for bigger cannisters of phyto
a brand for all the sea

to spit brakish
never Californian again
no warmth given to millions and never will I
fear to coast