Stream of Consciousness Exercise

Sea shells. Dark blue, rounded glass
From the vodka bottle on the mast
Of someone's sailboat, down the street
Where he tripped over his own feet
And dropped the shark tooth on the ground.
Didn't care his head had pounded
In the road. He had candy and
A bandage. There was sand
In it. My friend made me eat
It. My tongue was sore and beat.
I couldn't have the apple pie
That Grandma made me.