Deep and Along
Issued in deep waves,
This beach becomes healthier.
I like to bury my feet in the gold,
Where I feel such prickly vibes,
And I can’t move.
My facial hair is always changing,
An attempt to be in many places at once.
It’s nice to scratch,
But you rarely get the prize.
With grasped rhythm and a kinetic smile,
My head is only as heavy as you want it to be.
-Eric Egavian
