Poem: Sand

I wrote this on a napkin. For my dad. Two days ago. Jess helped. Not sure. May need more help.

Poem

Dad explicates sand on me
  in his sand chair
          his sandy fucking sand chair
  sand is progress
          he brushes sand
                  internal sand organs

:hair sand
  short sand
     nail sand
                           
  don't move
      castles of Judy's
              sand legs by the
      seagull cave


  the grinding of sand music against
   us is sweet salt sand
a whole day
sand