Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Alkaline


and the river was a hurricane

beating along the shoreline

in song and fury

ready to meet her maker.

defiant and feverish;

she pressed me down

to the ocean floor

and begged me shamelessly

from the infinite crevices

only darkness fits into.

slipping and gripping

beneath the alkaline tides,

i am crushed by the days

i dream on the sly.

January's a blue moon rising

and Wednesday is no one's child

the notches on my headboard says

it's all been worth the while.


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