plastic bottles find no rest
in the surf
washed from the river
beach colored by paint
human paint remains of
eager sprees
in fearsome glow of night
youth and the silent in
alleys prowl,
fast food wrappers
catch the wind on
commercial sails
over street and bridge,
greasy window watches
those without reserve
intimate action
body abraded by brick
balloons of extinguished
seminal life cast to water,
outside as most slumber
patrol cars crawl
citations written to those
caught out,
they use with needle point
vacationing from life
and all it’s disturbances,
away now we trail
in part to the beach
all that is us comes here
slowly degrading
absorbed into sand,
trapped for future people
to see
how as a society we
fell far
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