sad seagulls & full tummy

run with the water ; i run with it i do
a symphony of seagull's airborne agony
the shoreline cries with my arrival


crumbles like rising dirt to my stance
and tries to herd me off
with shattered hearts of shells that will never be one


the waves encourage me ; they do
to drink from the crimson sap of evergrowing culture
i'll be like decaying medusa who finally hears
the end of souls made of stone


i'll reach the shrubbery
before the boat arrives ; for sure
enough time to blanket the grass, envious lime


to lap some shuddered doom of filth
wrapped in string and bound over curious ember bed
laying down to rest on sooky shores
tucked in by wallowing willow's grace.

Reviews

[Daliah Valley]

I feel the need to shiver....

I like it.

That is all. :)