Hurricane Island

life arrives in steady sweetened drops a slow saute slowely turning the face to a gilded seam of ivory, death comes in paceless buckets, turns the heart into a raft (what happened to those concrete friends) spinning in a whirlpool of black alley regrets- in the end all gather in a stagnant pool the abomination the miracle cherry wood feathers flecks of concrete wisdom wearing a fools tiara... a collage of friday crossword puzzles colliding like rabid marbles echoing hopeless and hopefull beneath the rough rouged eye of a vagabond god, flesh and soul (x and y axis) hand in hand atop hurricane island conche shells to salty lips blowing slow and silent