in a home near to falling
into the sea
living on oysters and powdered foods
the unwanted wanted
to be wanted
when the sea finally took them out
they got their wish
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Tag Archives: sea
peace is lost
we imagined
the offshore oil platforms
invading warships
here @ the meeting
of land and sea
how quickly peace
is lost
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beneath a wave
the undertow
determined to drag us
down. we tumbled through kelp
and brine
in the depths we found
the force 4 uplifting
triumphant she
carried us back from
the sea
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the sea
above the sea
a lonely barn flanked with stables
where horses once hung
their heads
the sea cannot be
contended
you become a boy
place a flower in my hair
she thunders she
outlives us
all
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trajectory of suns
interior lands locked
upon a promise hollow
wondering what and who
to follow. unable to see
suns rise and fall against
the sea
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harvey. god of the sea
we took some shots you
caught me in transition on
a silver disc. years later we
met for dinner. i was lost
a cat back up hurt and poor
you gave a royal fanfare i
found out you’re gone by
internet. i will never forget you
my god of the sea and
to the sea you return
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reading #169
eternity
a starless sky
moving sea
a diving hawk
you and me
moving
the sea
the starless
sky
turn around
eternity
flashes
flashes of pixel and chrome
The rivulets widened to small streams from slipstreams, then converged into rivers, and the leaders all washed away from one another on a tide of nationalist foam. votes cast for nuclear disarmament gone up in brilliant flashes of pixel and chrome. maybe subconsciously the world wanted to blow itself away. if it was unconscious, did that make it okay? the thought was alarming, so we encased it in plastic and sent it to sea. it looked good in navy. uncompromised. salt water couldn’t seem to break it down. permanent as a nike swoosh to the face. on a forehead. on a lace. demonstrably positioned yet so poorly placed.
salt whispering
salt whispering of the great sea change
She knew the siphoning to be as surreptitious as it was dangerous down the river a ways, where community and real estate parted, where souls were handed off shamelessly to areas unincorporated and lesser know than a cold case file in a sub-basement archive a steep fall off the side of a paper trail, where who knows? met who cares? in the quicksand of the lost. shoelaces, cell phones, rolling papers, broken glass, one-eyed jacks, matchbooks with names scrawled into them, worry stones, loose change. there, gathered en masse, were those who frightened her by their differences, ghosts, salt whispering of the great sea change.
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