Stop running son

 Stop running he said
Just take a rest here you are exhausted
-Who are you talking to, the old man by the baitshop asked.
Oh I was just...

Calm your head, life is going to test you
Nothing is ever set
Boy it groans, tis a mess
Just slow down mate, I feel sickened by the rush

Stop running right here
it makes no difference
-Son are you in trouble? The old man asked again.
I met eyes but words couldn't break the membrane

Take it easy here. Why are you still running.
Noone cares. It's a quick life then you die.
I looked back at the hills behind.
My voice opened up like a yodel

"You have a fucking quote for everything"

Silence was the response and the old man from the baitshop walked off.
Is all of this effort really necessary?
Would you like to tell me these are the obsessions that age us
That fade our animo and vitality, wear us out

I dig you up and I hold your skull up
and scream inside to make you listen
Pentrate that thick bone so that you might get an inkling
"I must build and prosper"

Instead of silence I can hear you laughing then chuckling
Not the sickly on that would have you in a coughing fit
But the healthy one that went on for far too long
As if the notion I could out do you was a joke

Slow down sun
Stop running...

When the ship leaves

 Moored not far from the abode
The ship would depart for england that afternoon
Something they were convinced was important
Raising flags and giving speeches

Would I be on that ship
Or left back here at port
loitering around beachfront shops
purposeless and lost

No I'd be stuck in the bungalow
writing words forming roots
That traveled like the ship
Underground mycorrhiza for my creativity

The smell of salt and confusion
The pen runs dry of ink
The islands and inlets that inspired me
remain unmentioned

pieces of the land and people I wanted to grace
In an empty state stuck on this thin chunk of coast

Smooth seas

 We can all pretend
Awkardness is avoided like this
The partner meets the desire
They converse there dockside

Desire wants to throw a curveball
Asking what the other would do for a hungry child
Perfect humanitarian responses and on time
There was recognition

Almost a clang of rapport
Or so the heart of the man in the middle wished
On the dock there, congratulating each other
Kind souls in theory and throwaway conversation

Find a way to relate for my sake
common ground around the elephant
crushing dock planks
push smiles, try eyecontact

The two of you don't have to be in the same room
The ocean reflects the sun but storms are coming soon
The two of are welcome to trade illusions
Before the typhoon

Timing to hide

 He saw traces of her as she avoided him
Be avoided

Feel that, feel it in the center
You liked someone almost a decision

The rays of admiration clunky and donkey like
So she evades 

He couldn't catch her face
She went back in her room

She only comes when its safe
The seaside cabin

Soon she would abandon
Forget and let go of it all like a professional

Many men and women have this superpower
Whatever they feel is disposable

They don't act on their feelings
Knowing it'll pass

Like naivety in the downpour
Like a cheap sitcom

On the wooden balcony someone waits
What she feels drowns there in the shadow of the shallows

Coughing up ginger while fishing

 Laying on the floating block next to the fishing boat 
Not far from nameless pier
I baited hooks while rays and eels swam underneath
I coughed up ginger fiber it looked like the bait

A yellowish meat that should be chicken but wasn't
The line slowly extended into the waters
I lifted my legs from the water incase something bit
The line was coming out faster

Almost no time to get the bait on
Before that line went out to lure some poor fish
The waters were just so abundant like there were no predators
Should I just slip into the water and become th shark

How they lost their names

 The ferry would leave sometime at the end of the day
Some of the visitors made themselves at the picnic table
In the gully further from the port
pollen poured down from the hills

James was bragging about his time in california
About how the redwoods and impossible autumns
A sense of something passing through your hands
That you couldn't close your fingers around

As he spoke a cold front came through
The surf kicked up in their peripheral kilometers down hill
The cloud multiplied its innocent whites
Became guilty grays

maybe thunder clapped, rain came in blocks
James and his friends walked back to port
The rain soaking their sweatshirts
exacting frowns, dampening their moods

They didn't bother seeking shelter under narrow bridges
Their long walk was so dreary in that thick rain
They started to lose their hope no breaks no lull
They started to forget their own names

The silver watch

 Green sweat ticks from within the pulse
Wrist watch moustache
Freaky bracelet adjuster
tan line biter

Enough with the insults
hands stop turning to check
The battery is deceased
it opens up and closes

Silver reflecting the sun
Hoping it be noticed
The prized accessory
Like the mercedes

It was dreamed of and coveted 
Years before it could be afforded
And as soon as it was acquired it was forgotten
Like a piece of the body suddenly

Only coming off before a shower
like an identity tag
A freaky piece of jewelry
a glued on moustache

A tiny glass table
with twelve places set