the pull of the tide, moons strength on earth
minute organisms and bonding glue
that dissolves in death
spray of grey ocean
as i wandered sickly into the dark
the ferry ship bridging peoples twixt drought& rain
after train ride from dublin to rosslare
trench coats with collars stiffly angled,
wandering beach driftwood smooth from battering slams
soft thru relentless beating
waters fist
pearly white baby ears, macaroni shells
pearly white baby ears, macaroni shells
whatever i wrote in natures chalkboard
&how long did it stand?
was the cauliflower growing
over the gloomy grey swirl merely another ferry
over the gloomy grey swirl merely another ferry
chugging steamy or was it offspring of yet more
driving dismal edge depleting
water pounding loves?
(age 18, 1985)
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