A spiced-rum girl with ocean eyes big-bellied sailboats and osprey cries the climbing sun in full splendor but foolishly I did not surrender. I had promising places to be. My spiced-rum girl would wait for me. The osprey and big bellied boats gone all my assumptions of the future wrong pink fingers release a sinking sun. Girls with ocean eyes wait for no one. Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Tag Archives: Ocean
Jellyfish
Squishy squishy jellyfish going where the waters wish - even to your detriment you will go where you are sent.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 