All Comments on 'I'm Out'

The solitude of dry land

Over the turbulence of

Ocean storms of

Emotional involvement.

Who doesn't want out now and then?

"color me beach blond

paint me surf side aqua"

Can't say why exactly, but those lines shine.

and every single poem you eeek out of your proximity to the ocean. Good work, spike, enjoyed it more than a full moon on myrtle when the tide is high:)

xoxox

and another wonderful pen from my favorite poet...must be the beach and the beer...ah...tune in drop out...old hippies never die...luv it ..Sand.../blue