went to the beach instead of looking for a job
cold morning no tourists the waves are white
the foaming rocks the hills and the gray sky
clouds roll up like limousines waves crash and die
cold raindrops riddle the sand fur of a running cat
police car stops for a hot dog in the rain
running down the beach the pit bull stops shell of a manta ray
sky god - triumphant sun god - devouring sea goddess - forgotten
no more messages but humans still watch the waves
human hand monster hand above the waves
the great hand of the sea and sky no fingers
for thirty seconds reality called to me
reality is reality and i'm only myself
bulbous seaweed ripped from the ocean floor
i wanted to kill myself i went and looked at the ocean i felt better
waves voices waves
fine sand across the muck like frosting
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1 comment:
the poignancy of this is searing... and I am only myself...
loved the images and the anticipation
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