"You Get What You Deserve."

"You Get What You Deserve."

Rushing waters jettisoned time
Coming up on him frothing & foaming
His toes, feet, legs, sex organ, torso
Arms, neck, shoulders, head & hair water
Surrounding him at Zuma where he lie
Receding with a powerful Malibu tide
Exfoliating his skin while sand dragged back
Into the parade of Pacific aquatic pageantry
All the labels cast upon him dissipated with
Each rough yet gentle wave directed by Moon
He had been drinking on Sunset since Noon
If it wasn't for his tolerance he might die high on
Champagne, Bloody Mary's, banana margaritas
Labels cast to set him in a net by the starving
Unsatisfied appetite of ignorance and hatred
His wanted demise currency like Pieces of Eight
The currents kept taking it away and depositing
Out there in the middle of a dark deep ocean
As the salt sea air tickled his nostrils memories
He could be anywhere and felt that unaware
And so surprised to awake at home so alive
Shifting sands of time took placed labels & traps
Inside a reality called now rendered meaningless
Spanning time from midnight to dawn's highway
In the course of over thousands of rugged years
Kind of a thing designed by Business of Poetry

Draft 1
Written 5am Tuesday 1/24/17
John Conte
mystrawhat.com
& TheNewEverydayMedia.com



Good wishes,
John

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