barbecue by the beach,

heart shaped fireworks,

cheap gas station beers,

a nameless card game


an old man with tanned loose skin

surfing into the sunset,

a little kid filling plastic bottles

with barbecue smoke.


burning sun

trapped between

the horizon and the

sprawling banyan arms.


happiness is cheaper than dirt,

happiness has no depth, there is no reflection

involved. happiness is child’s play;

only, we have grown up a bit too much.


and we see the world as it is

and not as it could be,

and that is sadder

than the setting sun.


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