Monday, December 16, 2013

-salt of life-

1.
the seabed's dressed  
in silent emerald.

armor-clad, the seahorse
holds-fast
to its crazy biology.

the strange sea cucumber
readies itself at the table
and the armed anemone animates
hypnotically for its harvest.

2.
inside the city's tenement
no one questions the racket.
it runs blood-rich through the hallways
pulsating at the hands and from the mouths
of its occupants.

water is running
in two rooms reserved for running water.

kitchen aromas drape
the atmosphere fold on fold
and dishrags sweep across the oilcloths

sometimes to closure,
sometimes in preparation.

                                 
quequechan


                                                 



                 

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