Chestnut Camille
freaks on the pier
and a shriveled up lime from Margaritaville...
Rollin'
Like a sunset escape artist
turning blue and spitting
while behind him bobs a big white boat...
Rollin'
Three stories high
where seagulls fly
stalled where the lifeboats swing-
Leans a man, and his lei, and his wide brimmed hat
looking down at all that mud...
Rollin'
Originally appears in a 1998 edition of the HazMat Literary Review
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