@ the beach:

I'm at the beach. Birds.
Fuckin' seagulls. Literally.
Distant mountains make me aware
of my own position in life.
People reach outside their extent,
and they come too short, if you ask me.
@ the beach, and the weather's nice.
Distasteful men in trousers and
hairy women too. Ah, it's disgusting,
have to love it. Enjoy it. Spit at it.
Sitting on some old stairs with some
Chinese men, I like Chinese women,
but don't know what they're saying
about me. But I don't care.
This white page, now turning blue by ink,
will tell you the story of a lost, young man.
@ the beach. With screaming women while
cars go by. I can't even begin to describe
how I dislike this situation.
And those freaggin' trees remind me of it.
Repeatedly. And I'm bored.
Good day!