Scavenger

Down at the beach

I went looking for myself again

like a stray dog looking for hugs

wondering why no one wants to touch him

so he just wags his tail to the waves

Down at the beach

I made friends in low places

hiding from the eyes of the dirty world

watching the concrete city stare back at us

wishing a big wave would wash it all away

Down by the beach

I stole seashells from the mermaids again

named each one after a personal failure

placed them in a bottle

waited for a wave to take them all away

Down at the end of the beach

you and I became the deadbeats of this town

two sensitive souls

sheltering in the rocks among the carcasses

hiding from the curse 

wishing a big wave would come

and wash it all away

George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books