Shoot it if it rhymes

Plan for a Sunset

The thin gay man in
the glistening tank top
and tight golden trunks
sways.

Bollywood blares. A
suspended raindrop
threatens to baptize
an over-ripe pear.
A gull calls, from
a distance. He sounds
thirsty.

I make plans for
the impending sunset. Let’s
have an overdose
of Indigo this time,
I tell God.

Over the choppy
waters,
the sea chuckles.