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The brackish waters of the ocean grind
Against a lonely shore. A road sign names
The ancient beach; its symbols long forgotten,
Its shape a stoic sentinel, vigilant.
Off the coast the clouds turn dark and churn.
Palm trees shutter in their quiet knowing:
The strength will build; the storm will charge ashore.
A ruin, with it's sign held high, proclaims
MIDAS in gold and red, but the hurricane
shall strip it bare, the windows will not last the night.
The Masters, could they see, would find their goods
Scattered and destroyed; their sordid touch
that turned the world to stone is losing spell.
Sea birds cry in warning, gather wing,
And abandon the marina dock. Tonight
That tired bridge will take the ocean's breast
In furious embrace and go with her.
The dock bells toll. Could the Masters hear,
They'd flock to cars and flee the troubled shore
Like birds. The highway'd cram with vehicles
As thick as their unanimous lament:
That even Earth, in her all her patience, takes
Her great and terrible vacation.
Against a lonely shore. A road sign names
The ancient beach; its symbols long forgotten,
Its shape a stoic sentinel, vigilant.
Off the coast the clouds turn dark and churn.
Palm trees shutter in their quiet knowing:
The strength will build; the storm will charge ashore.
A ruin, with it's sign held high, proclaims
MIDAS in gold and red, but the hurricane
shall strip it bare, the windows will not last the night.
The Masters, could they see, would find their goods
Scattered and destroyed; their sordid touch
that turned the world to stone is losing spell.
Sea birds cry in warning, gather wing,
And abandon the marina dock. Tonight
That tired bridge will take the ocean's breast
In furious embrace and go with her.
The dock bells toll. Could the Masters hear,
They'd flock to cars and flee the troubled shore
Like birds. The highway'd cram with vehicles
As thick as their unanimous lament:
That even Earth, in her all her patience, takes
Her great and terrible vacation.
Literature
plumbum
she has a heart of gold
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
untarnishable
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
tumors growing,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
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The Silo Complex
"You won't believe what I just saw in the field."
I sighed at Eloise in the doorway. "Another dead raccoon? How big was it this time? You know it's just maggots, right?"
"No, that wasn't it. I saw a man."
"Was it John?"
"No."
"Fox?"
"It was a man, but it wasn't really a man. Almost a man."
"Almost a man?" She had recently taken to wandering in the fields under gray skies, thinking that she'd find her answers among the abandoned farm equipment and rows of dried corn husks. She never did. Just raccoons. I never heard anything about men who
Literature
October Eyes
Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
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A work in blank verse, though some of the lines run long at 6 feet. I've heard the piece is a bit too 'sci-fi'. Thoughts?
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It is nOt too sci-fi. It is just well done.