brake lights green; white-out covers;
the pipe filled with green; i’m hanging
with my brothers.
the keg hidden within the trees
surrounding the shoreline;
all we have to do deal with are
these pesky sand fleas.
plaid interior; everyone else
is looking inferior.
“Someone has a gun!”
Good thing I know how to run.
Fun into slum; that’s how we
do in the Gandy yacht club.
sorry girl; i am faster than you.
meh, everyone eventually dies.