Tiki Island

It's 4:39a.m.
Just back from Tiki Island.
Harbor side.
Sunny side.
Pool.

Moon!

Caught fish.
Not me!
Net net!
EMF!

Filleted hand.
My hand.
Stitches.

No!

I'm retarded.
I'm resmarted.
I just farted.

I get in trouble.
I don't listen.
I aggravate.
I gravitate.

Eighty Percent
No Percent

Smelly hands.
A bloody hand.

I smell like fish.
I'm a mess.
Stealing cigarettes.
Stealing pirouettes.

Schmooze
Blues
Food

Dues

I smell like fish heads

Old crust
Belly bust
Fish rust
Blood gush

Salt
Slime
Beer and lime

Head ache
Trout bake
Give and take

Sleep awake