The Waiting

Face the ocean, he said.
Words lost in the wind.
The Pacific bubbled and roared
Like champagne.
The horizon sauntered off,
Seduced by the golden glow slipping
Out of reach.

Broken Record

Rinse and repeat.
I stare blankly at my feet
And watch my sinful suds gurgle into the drain.
Today's filth will be tomorrow's dirt.
Did you hear about?
Fill-in-the-blank.
The skeletons in my closet are the corpses
Of lost causes.