My Southern Overexposure.
Everything here is just beachy
Just another day at the beach
Southern Over Exposure!
I am a akin to a Cuban cigar
that was graced with
arms and legs
lounging seaside
on a Miami Beach
much browner than the coconuts
hanging from the palm trees
behind me.
I have imported myself
for just two weeks
and labeled a tourist,
My flesh is oiled
with gooey barriers to keep me from
smoking, sizzling or smouldering
in the sun.
I am of fair hair
and pale skin
that requires
gobs of tanning lotion
All around me
lie lesser souls
burnt lobster red
who will suffer later
I suppose that
somewhere nearby
lies the answers to
the secrets of
all the sorrows
of the world's woes
as I pass my time
In this tiny beach of peace..
Perhaps they
are locked
someplace secure
off the tip of
the Keys,
or tightly guarded
in Fort Lauderdale But I am
comfortable
to remain
a castaway for now
from all of life's griefs
With my butt
in the sand
and my fingers
marking condensation
around a frosty
jumbo margarita
My head will
absorb nothing
more stimulating
then a healthy dose
of vitamin D.
Tommorrows will still
carry me back
to concerns beyond
tropical burns
but for now I digress into sheer happiness
and only one thing that concerns me is my decision of what I will eat for lunch
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© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III