JB Writes Too

I slip in my mind
Between the good and bad of you
Which outweighs what?
How cautious do I have to be now?
Like lucky china cats
With paws upright
I stare blankly
Into the atmosphere
Conjuring answers
Thinking
But not thinking
If I concentrate on the ocean
It takes the edge off of you
Saves panic
Saves frustration
Calm blue ocean
I dip my hand
Into the salty horizon
A shangri-la
of temporary mind states
To help arrive
to the answer
on a malibu
and a suntan
and hide behind
carefree blonde
and sunglasses reflections
Seagull calls
and traffic hums