MT Repetitions

He closed his eyes morals so high
He thought there were clouds in the sky

Carl sat a distant look on his face.
Staring a monkey, he thought himself
Less of a man. The red bikini bottoms
on the beach flipped sand on his trousers

He runs through the dripping rain
And the wind fights to hold him

White teeth so sparkling invite Carl
Sharks to giant waves washing wet
over the glistening bouncing skin
covered in those tiny red triangles.

His eyes are open shouting incantations
A lunge of withheld desperation

Laughter so sweet feathers sprout
a proud accordion display spinning
his mind like that little puppy
so desperate to bite it’s own tail.