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Joseph Flores Feb 2018
The ancient Pacific
Bellows.
Engenders.
Wind streamed waves.
Liquid Silver.
Whip and sidle.
Time eternal.

Man,
Too,
Bellows.
Engenders...
The Ocean...
Plundered.
Cod to gold.
Brazen and bold.
Pirate treasure.
***** Whale oil.

The best and worst ~
Of wild nature.
Give or Take
Thriving or Surviving.
Life or death.

Which came first?
Strings of Kelp or Nets of String?
Swordfish or Harpoons?
Archipelagos or Man Marooned

Nature or humanity?
The vessel or the sea?
The Humpback or the oil lamp?
Happiness or Sorrow?
Yesterday or Tomorrow?

A Moment in time.
Time eternal.
All of history.
Standing still.
Man and ocean co-exist.
Nessie.
Loch Ness.
Survival of the Fittest.
Paradise.
Revolution.
Theory of Evolution.


Why do Whales sing?
Why do Octopus need ink?
Why do Dolphins Echolocate?
To communicate.

Does the ocean know?

Mass larceny of the Hydroscape.
The ocean *****.
Orcas in Captivity.
Global warming.
Pollution.
Sea levels rise.
Why does the deep blue oblige?

Solve the equation.
The mystery of the sea.
The ocean dies.
Like the coelacanth.
To pass extinct.
When I do the math.

In this wise ~
I theorize.
The deep unknown.
Understands.

Thus,
Perhaps.
Waves and tides ~
Do not recede in undertow.
No!
Waves and tides push forth to shore ~
Desperate to escape.
Man's impact on the sea.

To go extinct.
Like the Coelacanth.
To live again.
When
Man succumbs to...
Natural Selection.

Nature's revolution.
Joseph Flores Jan 2018
Motoring...
The road radiates.
Evaporates.
Orange Marmalade over
A sweet asphalt wafer.

Pure cane sandbeds.
Sedimentary candy canes.
Granulated sugar dunes.
In waves of Lemon Meringue

Suzie-Q tableau...
Caramel Mesas.
Chocolate Buttes.
Confectionary fantasia.

Butterscotch freshlets.
Cinnamon arroyos.
Flash floods churn the flavor.
Over and over.

A creamy sunset.
Horizon on the fly.
A scoop of Rainbow Sherbet
Melting in the sky.

The desert as a sugary delight.
The sweetest ever heard!
"But, it wasn't me." said the Desert..
"It was my evil twin, Dessert!
Joseph Flores Jan 2018
Memories sweet ~
Salty dreams ~
Aqua-quixotic mind.
The last frontier ~
Summertime.

Girls Gone Crazy.
'In Surf I Trust.'
Bermudas.
Ray-Bans.
Beach or bust.

Abalone divers.
Seaside gusts.
Creamy skies ~
Blood-orange dusk.

Ocean perch.
Cliffside diving.
Crab claw, snap!
Child crying.

Nets ascending.
Fish school scatter.
Skipjacks dance.
Whale spray splatters.

Back bay blues ~
Cool to settle...
Boats return to quall.
Couples trek ~
Beyond the dunes.
Where love ~
Is known to fall.

Lights to glow ~
Dim to shining.
Rides and music ~
Boardwalk rising.
Dipped and Battered.
Fresh fish fryin'.

Flashing neon ~
Midway prattle.
"Step right up!"
Razzle-dazzle.
Ring a bottle.
Toss a dime.
"Winner, winner"
Every time!

At once and sudden.
Of my glimpse.
Soft-serve skin.
Perky sized.
Corduroy curls.
Topaz eyes.

Monokini ~
Thread bare brief.
Sheer to cover ~
Her coral reef.

Of my ask ~
To my surprise.
867-5309
Gently scribed.

Forelock flipped ~
Savory smile ~
Lips goodbye.
A kiss implied.

Boardwalk bevy  ~
Slow to nape.
Forth to wander ~
Eveningscape.
Foggy mist.
Lunar tide.
Surf and sand ~
All collide

Off the beaten ~
Of my stride.
Drunks and loafers '
On each side.

Sundowners.
Late night Croaker's.
Spent syringes.
Midnight tokers.

Spiny docks  ~
Cast slanted shadows.
Tiny shanty ~
On the shallows. 

Mild fire,
Silhouette.
Tiny dancers ~
Cheap wine fest ~
Marijuana pow-wow ~
Wasted luau ~

I've gots to go.

Back to camp.
Do-si-do.
Surfside fox-hole.
Jacques Cousteau

Sandy hollow ~
Tide in tow.
Pop tent clears ~
It's ebb and flow.

Underneath ~
A starshine drape ~
Edge of sleep.
Wide awake.
Unseen struggle.
No escape..

Dark abyss ~
Midnight still.
Blue Whale calf ~
Bloodlet trill.

Orcas make the ****



Eerie silence ~
Beyond the reef.
Mist and mizzle.
Much to sleep.
Roaring waves ~
Crash the beach.

Stretched a long ~
Sand and daft.
Dawn slowly cracks ~  
At the aft.

Pastel egg ~
In the sky.
Sunny side up ~
The morning rise.

Inspired sight ~
Dawn shine lends.
California coast ~
Never ends.

Sandy ribbons ~
Beach belt bends ~
Emerald coast ~
Santa Ana winds. ~

Wind swept sparkles ~
Main sails sway.
Catamarans ~
Balboa Bay.

Health nuts  ~
Spandex ~
Own the morn.
Cyclists. Runners.
Life reborn.

Bleach blond beatniks ~
Chap-Stick chicks.
Surfers paddle ~
Waves to pick.

Jack not nimble ~
Jack not quick.
Jack wipes-out!
Lickety-Split.

Quilt-patch slum ~
Checkered lots do fill.
A teenage infested ~
Squattersville.

Hawaiian Tropics
Silver Oxide
Pubescent hormones ~.
Flourish topside

Bohemian families ~
Converge on beach.
Along the Rocky jetty.
Mothers chase ~
Big straw hats ~
Rolling off the windy.


Lunchtime snack ~
Seagulls gather.
Gap-toothed kid.
Defends his platter.
Relentless gull wing ~
Pitter patter.


His dukes held up.
He stands to fight.
As the bird gawks aloud ~
He flees in startled flight.

Noontide high ~
Chaise lounge cozy ~
Calls my name.
On the dozy.

Sleeping. Headache.
Spittle drooling.
Sunburned.
I wake to wonder ~
Was I dreaming?

My summer daze!

Saw a paper ~
Tossed of mine.
As unfolded read:
867-5309

My summer days!
Joseph Flores Jan 2018
Despite living...
Billions of years...
She was still...
A beautiful girl.

She was living...
The intergalactic...
Dream...
Our sentinel...
Of the night.

Until the day...
The men of Earth...
Arrived...

She never knew...
The meaning...
Of pain before...
Until...
The big machines...
Began to scrape...
The bounty of...
Her green cheese...
Skin.

"Let the mining begin!"

Soon the Sea...
The Sea of Tranquility..
Was filled...
With her very own blood...

After only years a few..
Her luminous skin...
Began to turn red...
She pained...
Deep inside...
She was wretched...
With fever...
Her request for...
Irrigation denied...
Each night...
Weak and weary...
She closed her eyes...
And cried...

She was beyond replenish...
In just 20 years...
Only 100,000 away...
From her...
2 Billionth Birthday.

By now...
Her skin prattled...
In blood and scars...
Incisions...
And mines...
She was no longer green and bright...
But glazed...
In a reddish hue.

Death would...
Soon surmise...
Menstrual moonshine..
Lunar rise...
Our once...
Blue-blood moon...
Now...
Floats mired in...
Disguise.

Her surfacescape...
Bleeds...
She is...
A ******-Mary eye.
Our bloodshot moon...
Dying for all to see...
In the myopic sky.

Her pleas...
And cries...
Denied...

No tourniquet applied...

25 years after...
The men...
From Earth arrived...
Just before her...
Two billionth birthday...
Our glorious...
Moon has died.
Joseph Flores Dec 2017
If my imagination ~
Cannot exceed my fears~
How was love created?

If my daring is mired still~
As you extend sweet puckered lips ~
How was love created?

If my courage cannot endeavor ~
Into the depths of your dreamscape eyes ~
How was love created?

Stymied ~
Subnormal ~
Obsequious ~
If I cannot create love ~
Why were you created?
Joseph Flores Dec 2017
A pliant heart,
Cast a swain.
Beats alone.
Once again.

Cruel-sweet wind,
Shivers bone.
Bears the sledge,
Flesh vs Stone.

A slivered moon.
Dusk stars shine.
Nothingness.
The sky defined.

Thick grey clouds,
Drop kettled rain.
Serves as a shroud.
My heartfelt pain.

— The End —