communing with crow near beach

The crow dropped a sea shell-
Normal in complexion,
Upon the wooden railing.
A trade of sorts-
Bread for unbroken beauty.
From it's perch,
High in the leafless Cliffdiving tree,
It gazes out into the frothy blue.
If it would have let me closer
I might have traded Words for silence
And for a time consoled in wiser wings
Than ever before.

where you going?

Around you film bends
Light on glass slipper
Golden lab scrambles
Chip bag crinkles
You're bubble boy forever
But it only kinda tickles

Walking turns to stumbling
Light begins its fade
Groggy morning coming
The game needs played

Still shot your ugly
A moment too funny
Angels roll the dice
But Demons get payed

Down here everyone flouts
You don't need to hide
Walrus got his oysters
Better enjoy the ride