Maya

Seabird
Annoying when you cry out
You don't get the thing that you want
Then you're on your way

You take off
To clouds above a blue gulf
And you spot the prey that you need
Flash between the waves

White ladies looking lovely
The sun makes their skin bubbling hot
Mine blisters and it itches
A life guard blows his whistle proud

Gliding
Swimming in the curl
The tide rips back on the shells and
It tickles the sand like clay bells
My visions in a blur

People floating
On rafts of yellow, pink, and pearl
The current is pulling on bare legs
Imagine the beach of an old age
That wasn't filled with girls


Trying to get cool


Day brings
The rainbow cut umbrellas
That bloom like nylon flowers
Perking up for rays

From the sky, you see
The shifting of their shadows
The way that all the towels blow
Hope it does not rain

Brown baby, dick for nothing
literally figure something out
Sweet hands from ice cream dripping
Someone sees dolphins, "Look!" they shout

Gliding
Swimming in the curl
The tide rips back on the shells and
It tickles the sand like clay bells
My visions in a blur

People floating
On rafts of yellow, pink, and pearl
The current is pulling on bare legs
Imagine the beach of an old age
That wasn't filled with girls

And in the shallows shells are homes
For the crabs that walk alone
And if you do not walk just right
I see you jump from tiny bites