Harmonics – Gareth Dickson
Wrapped in the blanket we wove,
we’re waiting out the storm.
Sand sleet whips at windows worn.
The sands of time will eat our love.
The first tear in the fur of a bear
only after we’re bones and a pile of hair.
Thunder.
We witness the mixture of sediment.
And the ceremony is grand,
but love isn’t sand
and the process loses it’s target sentiment.
All we have is this wind.
We’re going to keep each other warm.
We cant protect from all these elements.
But we’ll leave this earth in finer form.
image:Mihai Balan
The Walkmen - On the Water
The dragons head for air,
and the part timers follow suit.
Flash clubs, three in a row, dig
graves
with
spades.
I can't explain how I feel.
Sea lions comfort me.
It does a thing.
Still though, I'm breathing flames.
I make calm to my limbs.
Simmer some.
Let's do this tango.
Throwing in
some calculated grin.
And yes,
restless dreams come in episodes,
but everyone dies when the sun explodes.
Sky goes dark, and,
I can only see when I breathe.
Sea?
Out.
Light.
Out.
Light.
Out.
Light.
Headed in the wrong direction.
Not again,
Magdalene.
You lost the light of the stars.
Shut out by fire.
And I cannot explain how I feel.
And Sea lions comfort me.
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Seasinks
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