By the sea
Blood and oil boil away the months,
sometimes leaving scars behind.
A ragged face.
Seclusion, too often self-delusion.
Can life be like a videogame with no save points?
Oops, you lose!
What, no memory card?
Iíve seen pure evil,
It really does exist in the world and once came to visit.
Iíve also seen my three guardian angels.
Yes, three, and they also exist.
I have a pelican feather on my desk
to help remind me how truly beautiful these creatures are,
even though each day they treat my boat like a public restroom.
Damn beautiful birds!
Magnificent in flight, theyíre all but crippled on land.
Even, people are magnificent when they soar, though,
rather than vegetate in front of the boob tube every day.
Do these people dream?
Yes, of course.
Do they chase their dreams?
No, theyíre as crippled as the pelicans.
Next month the egret I befriended and net fish for each year will return.
He is lovely beyond words, but uses me.
Some people are like that, getting by on their looks.
Donít look too close or youíll find a bottomless well of deceit and selfishness.
My well is more shallow, but we all have one of varying depths, donít we?