Wednesday, April 8, 2009


starting midstream
originally posted at journalspace
Thu, 19 Jun 2003 06:00:23 -0700

the glue of influence
a tidal wish in
wash out
of tars old salts
and feather merchants
hawking wares amid the kelp beds

lay me down deep
but not to sleep

black winged flapping
a school of sea skates
slides by

a squid hid
in the rocks
beckons tentaculate
for me to come
come closer

wish wash past
I am current carried
fast a way

in the depths but not

1 comment:

  1. Hi there milady fair! This missive was good the first time I read it and it is even better now because it seems that a lot of it speaks to what's going on in my life right now oh and Hi :)


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