If I Can't Go Home

Evening Poem Before My Bath. Have To Get Un Itchy I Cut The Grass.

If I can't go home I want a loft on the beach.

Ocean breeze, it's sunny, people not out of reach.

I'm an artist so I would fit in with the others.

Bathing suite on under soft summer covers.

Waves crash close by sea salt in the air.

Short, curly, red, low maintenance hair.

Write poems in the evening looking at stars.

Don't have to drive much nothing's too far.

Wake up everyday sipping coffee near water.

Swim in the sea when I wish like an otter.

Skate around earbuds on like a video vixen.

Don't do things according to what others are wishing.

I can listen to rap music and know every lyric.

It is truly amazing to hear it.

I am grateful for my imagination be grateful for yours.

Without vision the people perish I will soon be on shores.