Skeewahhh!
Shore friends. Dives for fish, yes.
off-white-grey-tinged
Skeewahhh!
Parking lots in summer
Scattered about the fast food trash shredding wrapper remains.
ten feet soaring above the tips of my hair.
These M's. call them m's.
Smiling towards the sun in the upper right hand corner or left. Do they scorch so close?
...skeewah.
mascots for the Island.
reminders of home, the image no longer sits
my pajamas don't exist
bare and colourless
Squawking. Saltyness and thick in the air when the green and lush appear and block
the backing sky drop. Eden.
Calls. On this streetlightpost they have me
neck bent up expressions in agreeance and contour smile lines, fault lines. Plates are ever retreating. Yellow brown grains. I'd bury my legs. I'd awkwardly hobblerun through the minidunes to the waterfoam's edge and scoop the sludge. Skeewah take that! Amateur target practice. Stake-outs. I, a rogue, hardened with revenge and hopelessness. Sludge flies and divides like buckshot. Never treaded beyond the break.
Skeewahh! My dead watch...digital...1 minute 'til punch-in. Feet increase pace. Feet with one with split toe with blood with scarring in between with all the webbing, where was once functional anatomy. Still I swim the concrete with tired paddles. Forget them perched up there...guardians of the clouds and make whites on our shoulders.
2 comments:
we share the first letter
of our middle name
thought we'd play the same game
my ankle feels better
without the fetter
of the notebook frame
i love this
word verification - "wider"
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