A Satisfying Day

We walked the beach today,
she made a remark about all the trash
laying around,
I told her it was from the weekend crowd;

“it’s our human footprint” I reply,
“our legacy,
everywhere humans go
their trash is sure to follow;”

“you’re always so dark and negative” she says,
and in my mind I think ‘she’s right of course;’

I wish it were not so.

We talked about current events and
certain actors behaving badly,
“I’m not sure if he’s delusional or a genius,” I say,
“maybe he knows exactly what he’s doing;”

they say bad pr is better than no pr at all.

We discussed my dream from the night before,
(actually I did, she could have cared less,)
“What do you think it means?” I ask,
“I don’t know” she says, ”I never know what
your dreams mean, what do you think it means?”
“I don’t know” I reply;

and that was the end of that.

Walking back I fight the voice whispering
inside my head to go to a bar
and get wasted,
along with not giving in
to the inner urge telling me to stare
at the very attractive young lady
laying on a towel next to her boyfriend,
with a very skimpy string bikini on.

All-in-all,
between trash and dreams,
and small personal victories over
basic human weakness and flaws;

it was a very satisfying day.
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