Bean-O

I’m marking time as castaway

…adrift…

…aside…

…ashore…

since bottle washed up on the sand

corked ship,

and nothing more.

on 2nd day

* another bobbed *

twixt waves of bilious green…

& netting this,

(with kelp lattice)

found layered sand in scenes.

a bottle 3rd

was dropped by birds

swarming à la Hitchcock…

just half-exciting,

as the lightning,

that pitched bottle stopped.

So, if you’re ever castaway,

and need a lift

to shore…

grasp a passing–

–Mescal flask

and ask the worm for oar.