I remember once
when I found a bottle
on a beach,
with a miasma
of gooey unidentifiable
matter in it.
It was under
an old red towel,
that resembled a cape
like the one
I was walking across,
only it was scarlet
like the superman I wasn’t.
It was
a vintage bottle
from years past,
with just a faint
imprint of a young
girl’s face on it,
that resembled someone
I had never met,
but would have
loved to have known.
So I cast it into the sea,
in honor of all the dead genies
and wishes that had failed me,
with a rolled up note
inside that said,
“Herein lie the remnants
of a Saturday night alone,
emotions bottled up
and then spilt in
a drunken rage,
broken heart s
absorbed in the
vices of life,
It will not grant wishes
if you open it,
only despair
for it is a castaway .
you must return it quickly
or for yourself beware!!”
It bobbed out to sea
till it was gone,
much like me
across the windswept strands.
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