Island of Traction

By: Sarah Murch

A blue ocean testing the shores of distraction
Believed to be found on the Island of Traction
Definite beams of a sun too hot
Bursting rays, burning channels display feelings of loss

Single coconut there on the tree
Believe it or not you aren't misery
Grace my head with thoughts of freedom
Hope of love and rescue from this Eden

My faint crows feet starting to show
Because my smile is wearing in, to and fro
Please come coconut drop from your perch
I need you to conk me off of this earth

Hit me so hard that my dreams become real
The sand no longer burns, no worries of a next meal
Just kill me now, for I'm sure not sorry
That I'm stuck on this Island of Traction and not ever longing