the new me

scent of punk incense
sluices rain through the barley sacks
strung out after the rain
soaked through chlorine perfumed towels
candles flicker
shrieked cries erupt splashed over
fan whirls plastic
stillness brandished over burned grass
beneath the sunshine clouds robins cruise
my eyes cast over
the lit greenbrown palm tree sits alone
lost
forlorn
forgotten