It's a grand old boat-still quite reliable.
But from the darkness below.
A crimson breasted leviathan is clawing holes.
Deep into its starry soul.
She's quickly listing.
Vermin gnawing away at the sextant.
Panic is hastily jumping ship.
With the NorthStar stuffed in their bindles...
The loyalists are bailing water.
Hope garnished in salt and blistered.
Predators are slowly circling in.
To the sound of a cracked conche.
Categories:
conche, boat,
Form: Free verse
M-ysterious
A-ilment
R-eleases
K-iller
A-ttack's
N-otorious
T-hreat
H-aving
O-nerous
N-astiness'
Y-ucky
C-oronavirus
O-nce
N-efarious
C-ontagion
H-orribly
E-xpands
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Mark Anthony A. Conche (May 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
conche, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
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
Categories:
conche, mystery, travel,
Form: Free verse