Oh dangit Rubber Duckie!

What you don’t remember
Is that beer is supposed to be sweet.
That Christmas tastes like souse
On too little sleep
And too much everything else.
That sunshine smells like salt on your skin.
And that the ocean never roars like people claim
But it will also never shut up.

You don’t remember
That the earth has a smell like a girl in heat.
That church bells are also for those not at service.
That the dock sounds like dominoes.
And that the wind will listen
If you have something to tell it.

You don’t remember
That the dead still rejoice
That poinciana looks like a song.
That the stars are watching
but the moon minds her own business.
And that the night can purr.

Until you can’t do anything but remember