my poem book *trig* maybe

[kimmie]

a day on the south coast

I came to die here on the south coast
A place no one knows me or cares
Ive walked miles looking for my spot
But the sea keeps drawing me back
As it swallows up the beaches
Hiding the jetties from view
The homeless hunker down on benches
Waves crashing at midnight
Soothing, predictable and calming
Thoughts of home,life, police
And their video interview disappear
The sun rising causes the water to glisten
The tide begins to roll back
Revealing the walls and beaches
Bringing along to the panic
Fear I cant do this
Tears for more images of me shared
Uncontrollably with people I don't know
Judging me
The sea is as far away as its gonna get
I sit on the jetty wondering
If anyone would notice if I didn't move
The tide moved closer, people leave the beach
The urge to stay put is so overwhelming

[kimmie]

RED BULL


Red bull can rocking on the shore
Engulfed in water, pulled out to sea
Depleted of your inner strengh, empty at your core
Bashed into walls and rocks, discarded and spent
Unwanted,scratched and broken
Launched forward with an incredible rush
Landing shattered unreconisable hard on the stones

[kimmie]

Ebbs and Flows


Watching the tide as it ebbs and flows
Building new beaches and stealing stones
Hear the pebbles clatter as there sucked out to sea
Before being hurled at the rocks, unmoved on the shore
The thunder of water hitting water
Then a brief silence , as the tide ebbs and flows

[kimmie]

observation

poor little fisherman
fishing on a jetty
didnt pay attention
and got a little wetty