Hurricane Island
life
arrives in steady sweetened drops
a slow sauté
slowly turning the face
to
a gilded seam of ivory,
death
comes in pace less 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 fool's tiara...
a collage of Friday crossword puzzles
colliding like rabid marbles
echoing hopeless and hopeful
beneath the rough, rouged eye
of a vagabond god,
flesh and soul
(x and y axis)
hand in hand
atop hurricane island
conch shells to salty lips
blowing slow and silent
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