Beginner's Genius

My roommate wrote this poem a few weeks ago. He said that he had never written a poem before in his life. The only reason he wrote this was to help our friend Paul with an assignment for his poetry class. He wrote it in 2 minutes, threw the notebook at Paul and said, "That one's for free." Now that he and a slew of my other friends are frolicking in the Gulf Shores, I find it appropriate to post here.

Wearily christen a new red dawn
dogs play on the beach while turtles
menstruate on the white-washed sands of time
the dogs' hair is wet and twisted like seaweed
as they agitate obese sunbathers too early
for their own good.
I sift through my confusion as the seagulls
sort and peck through trash and cigarette butts.
I'm more lost than I was before,
and I've forgotten how to leave.

-Thomas Prettyman