Best Hyperventilates Poems

At the end of Mercy Street
lies a forgotten wharf.
A single row boat is 
moss covered.
The battered vessel is 
moored and unwanted
like leprosy -
conducive to an invisible cancer.

Two splintered oars imitate antennae -
receiving distress signals
from no one.

The dinghy will not row towards God.
The boat will not...

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