The blue blue sea Aug 4, 2014

 

This is the pier, broken off at the end, that stretches out like a finger into the blue blue sea, a pier with a doll that we call Captain Jac,  that keeps guard on the broken Pier to keep people like me from stumbling off the broken pieces and into the blue blue sea, and down the street from the broken Pier with the doll of a pirate is a golden trimmed hotel with windows that look out onto the blue blue sea, and the pier broken at the end where the pirate keeps guard to keep fools like me from falling in, and this is the hotel room of the gold trimmed hotel, where she makes love to someone, this side of the window that looks out to the broken pier and the pirate and the blue blue sea, in which I already think I am drowning, wishing I am the man inside that room, in that bed, with a window looks out the broken Pier, the pirate that keeps guard near the blue blue sea, and I feel the waves as we move back and forth, on this bed, near the window that looks out onto the broken pier, and the pirate that keeps guard, near where the waves wash over me from the blue blue sea

 

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