I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand
And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.
I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
All that you've loved is all you own
The sight of the first woman in the minimal two-piece was as explosive as the detonation of the atomic bomb by the U.S. at Bikini Island in the Marshall Isles, hence the naming of the bikini.
I don't like the stigma that comes with being called a poet . . . So I call what I'm doing an improvisational adventure or an inebriational travelogue.