A crushed pepsi can floats down

Your side of the world is flooded

Mine is on fire

Helicopters circle

Dropping emptied soda cans,

Candybar wrappers

crusts from sub par sandwiches.

Even God has a day job.

When I talk to people trying to live to 185

I get to thinking about dying

and coming back as a fish

The ocean issupposed to rise 25 feet sometime, whenever

It was a frozen custard stand engulfed in flames

Took the boardwalk

Lucky Leo’s

Carousel Arcade

Use the fine reeds as a make shift snorkel.

Tell the fire marshall I said hello

I’m building a raft from a neon sign

and will be there soon.

made of bells.