The Green Sea
June 3, 2008
Holding out on me about whether or not she will go with me to the beach is killing me. It is bright beautiful and sunny outside but not too hot. Cool enough, I think, for this girl from the suburbs to come out look at the ocean. Time to face the world already, it’s 3:30. She protested, lying on the sofa calling me over. We talk for a while and she goes back to reading a magazine. The television’s on, and some dope is preaching about space, and suddenly I remember suddenly that my focus has badly slipped off the mark. I had thought about this before, when I was drunk at Jeannie’s party and promised myself I would remember it, but I forgot to remember. What had driven me so off course? I wanted to travel some more but I’ve been in this town for months now. The sun sets each day; my heart content with work and ready for reward. I have eyes green as the sea to sail through each night, and then I wake up the next morning and sail on that boat out deep into the green sea…
