A Florida Love Song

Sunshine and Chaos 

Bums on beachside boardwalks

Bikinis and coconut sun block

Grains of loose sand hugging tan lines on the tops of feet

Mists of salty air pealing back paint

French fries dipped in frosties from Wendy’s

We know nothing of 40 ounces

We drink quarts, and tall boys in brown paper bags

Beach-bus and sunburns

Chore boy and cigarette butts

Cotton filters and tropical drinks

Loose pills wrapped in the cellophane of cigarette packs

Riding beach cruisers in flip flops

Over doses and BBQs

Fast women and slow cars

Slow men and speed boats

Shirtless in Circle K

Shoeless in Walmart

Hopeless in the dope-house

Heartless on the highway

And wishful at the bar

Sun battered skin, signs of veteran status

Transplants that take root

Tiny colorful umbrellas sprouting from plastic cups and ice

Sunshine and fucking chaos……