Tuesday, December 3, 2013


Sea weeds dancing  
Eels like disembodied limbs preying on
Abandoned ego dreams; 
The Ancient Gnarled Bones of giant stillborn beasts;
Crooked frames of scabby steel;
Slimy, bloated wood, aging quietly
Deep beneath the current line, 
Slicing the horizon with the pulse of the tide--I died
I died, then born anew
A tail, legs, and claws grew; crawled to escape the bed
Of frothing shores that crept 
Across the lacquered mire;
Silky sands to hide its grainy tongue
Of singular desire.

No comments:

Post a Comment