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?
Something in the making : ‘Annie and The Underworld’. Surreal, unreal yet. Something.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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
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
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