FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

on a lazy afternoon the chairs in our
beach are like blank minds
no one sits there and talks and shares what
beauty is there left in the
gardens of our minds

one however begins to talk about a house of stone
a cloud of sour cream
a bridge that resembles the rainbow a promise never to
destroy again
what illusions we have
one interferes and describes an island shaped like a heart
a seaweed of nerves
as the current reverses itself
for a story of love
but sad and sadder still
unrequited
a little boy asks about how a blue mermaid cries
dives into the depths and was never seen again
by a naive lover.