Treasure Island

Manonton Dalan

(virginia, usa)

040510h it's a pity to be barnacle


i sit beneath bridge listening to slaps
from wake from passing speed boats
going way so fast, i could hear reeving
that's hormones channeled to speed
a male ego on burst when bikini clad
women are so close by and it's daylight

i went back to my small world observing
these barnacles how they attach themselves
to heights of tides and waves maximum reach
their larvae is like glue sticks to anything
they are the creatures that waits for hand outs
sure enough they never, never went anywhere

Submitted: Monday, April 05, 2010
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