postcard poems

"this is the life"
drinking singapore slings
with mescal on the side
much like raoul duke
with a 300 pound samoan lawyer by his side—
sun is shining
water's sparkling
sunlight reflected by the white sand blinds my eyes—
am i sandblind?
that word doesn't exist does it though
no, no it doesnt.

watch a
girl in a
bikini—
a blue bikini—
a very tiny bikini—
jump into the ocean
and make a huge splash.

i am doing nothing of note
i am not doing anything useful—
oh yes
this is the life.

"missed"
last night i sat on the beach
beer bottle in one hand
cigarette in the other
and watched the sun set just out of reach.

i miss you already.

(#1 is poem sent out, #2 is poem recieved)

(also this isn't actually poetry is it?)