I want to visit the sea.
To feel the crisp air against my skin.
I want to hear the gulls.
To listen to them flapping overhead and cawing their incessant songs.
I want to grasp the sand.
To sift through the granules with my worried fingers.
I want to visit the sea.
I want to visit and see.
I’m trying to write
poetry
but it’s not going
well.
I need struc
ture
and this so
un
struc
tured
I’ll just stick to prose.
The silly little box man from down the block.
He talks and he talks and he walks and talks.
It’s all a bunch of nonsense, but we can understand him.
The silly little box man from down the block.