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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

mind mine

Mind mine
(by the end of
September )

it left me
feeling
slow?

like loosing
your
breath
then
your sight
then
your senses
and then

your
life

its autumn

and the leaves
they are all
deserting

and I
stood nude
when even
the barks
they bid

goodbye

and i?

lonemariner

Lone mariner

An old
un-sea worthy
betrayed but bold
white boat

seemed it had
sailed
many a rough
sea
before

but now
it lay
tired
along with
its lone
occupant
the lone mariner

a jagged pattern of
dark peels of wood
cut through
the fading paint

like
wounds
slashed
by
mad
butchers

even the sea
seemed
sad
as it
softly
lapped
itself
onto the jagged
broken
wooden
carriage
of the
old
ragged
white boat


small even by standards
of big and small.

the mariner lay sprawled
skin
burnt
parched
lips
half
shut
eyes

linen and skin
firmly starched
assaulted
by
salt

an all weather
man
the lone mariner