Saturday, August 30, 2014


August, seasick with revelation,
sloshes the slime green pilings, its
I am
thundering, enlightening, nauseating by turns

Styrofoam bobs in the dun foam
gargling messages
remembering the beverage once offered and enjoyed,
knocking three, four, even five times
on ears long dispirited

The heat of anguish
is ultimately unsustainable and

the empty hammock sags between 
and the mass grave

1 comment:

tristan said...

look again ... the glass is half full !