Private Beach Poem by Catman Cohen

It's a private beach
And they don't want
Our kind
There

But I've got a bucket
Full of private
Sand
That I'm willing to
Share

I'll offer it freely
By the cup

Private sand
From a private
Man

Composed of blistered
Dreams
Lots of
Bad luck

And I wouldn't think
Of charging
For my private
Dust

As long as you love
Me
As long as you
Trust

That a day will come
When my sand becomes
More

Than a bucket of
Prayers
A bucket of
Horror

Look out toward the sea
My love
The waves foam in mad
Design

Look into my eyes
My twin
And know you are
Mine

Just a man
A bucket
And some
Private sand
A man
And his
Bucket
Full of
Crazy plans

It's a private beach
And they don't want
Our kind
There

But I've got an ocean
Of private
Love
That I'm willing to
Share

Run across the beach
Let me wrestle you to the ground

Kiss you forever
Thank God
For what I've found

A lover
Willing to share
Believe in her
Man

In
My bucket
My single
Bucket
Of
Private
Sand