Kitty Litter Beach

Her legs she's withheld
from the sun,
they're perfectly right
for his camera. Perfectly
white and cracked against the
white cracked seawall.
This shabby beach is just right
because it's placed on a river
and Manhattan is across the river
and a bunch of warehouses are here too.
We like placing beauty
in the context of decay.
Beauty is just too obvious by itself.
The decay is right because it's a gag
about how everything sucks and is being
destroyed and ha ha
and some things used to be honest
and beautiful and now they're rubble.
Those glass condos embarrass
they try so hard.
They're ruining the neighborhood.
We ruined it first.
The sea is embarrassed, it's face red
under the red ass of the sun.
A kid walks by with a smile
that hasn't been ruined yet.
He's wearing the same sweater
as the photographer
but his Mom picked it out for him.
The sea pukes up trash
on the kitty litter beach.
Ewww, perfect.
The six orange halos
of the six pack are actually
a perfect accessory.
Blow my way, you little piece of trash.
This place wears this day perfectly
and I wonder
How did you all wind up
in the same beards?
and I begin to see
there must be something
nice about that,
they are so soft
and identical.