Thursday, January 1, 2009

Everything All Day

by Dallas Clayton

Even though the ocean is dirty
and always too cold to swim
and full of amusement parks
and animals that sting
and fallen off diapers
I still can’t help but feel
inspired, overwhelmed
when I sit there
toes in the sand,
the entire mass of conquered
America behind me to the east.

Makes me wish I knew how to play guitar.


I have a little poetry crush on Dallas. See also Notes
and Bunny (I'm such a sucker for a funny poem).

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