Poetry: Remembering Carol Andersen from David L O’Nan

Remembering Carol Andersen

A girl we used to know on a beach, the former beach bunny
Carol Andersen was her name, and we knew she hated fishing.

When young she had all the old perverts with tongues wagging,
from Port Macquarie and everywhere else she said she was from.

She was a lost soul, yet who would ever really know?
She was a beach poet, with hearts in sand, and blades hidden in the castles.
She wasn't the only one, many young, many too young for the button-down Bukowski blokes that looked at a woman and never wondered more than what they could provide them.
A painfully shy star bred from the Tropic of Cancer, and often reading the "The Great Gatsby" by the waves, trying to avoid the invasions.
Remember Carol Andersen, confused, quiet with a debilitating grasp of heart, can she trust the creeping shadow bearing gifts?

Unknown followers in flower shops, tying themselves to her lips.
They gaze at her hips. And they slide away into a beach wave and smile.

Over a martini she hides in.  In the prayers she fades away in.
They glance over her cup, to watch if she drops a sip.

Rebellious longers, siphon the gasoline, attend the beer festivals, joining Ponzi schemes, and use her for amusement.

I was held away from the spine of her book. Her name and image to my heart. I would bleed my prayers over candlelight hoping for her hand's touch.

Carol was here, in the sand, a shy smile, a flirtatious smile.  
Then she went away. So now I’m hunting Bukowskis down with bottle cap bitten teeth and long mopped hair.

They all want to be the respected, unkempt island scholar.  I can read their fake identities and watch them slide into caves and braid their sociopathic caskets.   

The beach hops with sounds of bells, melted metal, and smells like Sour Mash Bourbon and shoes that have plastered manure soles.

Hard Rain Poetry Anthology U.S. Link https://tinyurl.com/2p938cy8 International links on this page. 


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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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