Drowning On Dry Land

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time. - Thoreau

reach, stretch and strain for my parched, drowning words

way up high like sailing, floating, circling birds

try to digest them like a field of grass for a mad, grazing cow

or my overweight, lipoid meaning like a fat, muddy sow

worry for your own dense cry later as you hear mine now

before i conjure another revealing verse

carry me in a white hearse

whatever else you like in your gucci purse

don't try to make sense of me

live a life deep and low key

be whatever you want to be

there's nothing new under the sun to see

scratch your corpulent, huddled head as you say, "oh, gee"

try to scarper and flee

do it with a ticketed, citation of mirth and glee

but remember, we're nothing but 

lost children of the sea

Author's Note

"A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land and sky." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

continually off course and lost indeed
I read that the future will include a continually dwindling supply of water which may have us all eventually drowning in seas of sand
Always enjoy your writes

[Pete]

when I see what's being done to this planet it saddens me as well as amazing me that we're still here ... :)