It’s the day
after Eve
ate the apple
in paradise
today bolts
of fabric
drape the sky
in a whip
gray black white
dessert there’s
also a quiet anger
on the trade
winds swirling
up in the Heights
birds remain
cackling no alarm
there
today
Honolulu
feels like
paradise
lost
Month: April 2018
Beach Day
we’re off
to the beach
today shovels
and pails towels
and books
you’ll sit
in the sand
I in a chair
a novel in my lap
we’ll bake like
cookies brown
outside gooey
inside
later today
you’ll be bronzed
and I’ll be
a flamingo
Today
the sun
broke through
our clouds
of anger
this morning
as we stood
across a sea
of comforters
arguing like
dogs fighting
over cats
we scream
like wailing
sirens profanity
accussation
insistent barrages
of depth
charges
Dreams
I dream
sad dreams
they come
to me in
the night
like sirens
and poke
at me with
sharp sticks
they remind
me of my own
folly my lost
loves those
passed away
I’m hurled
upon the
rocky shore
of twilight
my galleon’s
mattress
softens
the crash
of my alarm
Hawaii Beach
I went to the beach
yesterday
sand and sun
you could smell the surf
and feel salt on your skin
you laid next to me almost
naked
I too ashamed of myself
sat uncomfortably in the
sand like a turtle
flipping over onto your back
I saw your chest expand
and relax the mounds of
muscle found their rippled
beneath winds off the water
the trail of hair trailed from
your nipples to a straight line
disappearing beneath your shorts
where they swelled with your sex
what’re you staring at you squinted
nothing turning away ashamed
you can look
you said
it’s not looking that I wanted
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 