Awake still
3:00 AM
I read you
I breathe you
Poet of the curve of flesh
The curve of lies
Of the curve pitch even
What storm threw you
Ashore amidst drift debris of love
Coughing up pain
Spewing sorrow
Half drowned but
Free of a man’s tidal undertow
Your words glitter
Amidst the salt tear silt
Like a Japanese glass net float
To a beach combing reader
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 7:19 AM UTC
Awake still
3:00 AM
I read you
I breathe you
Poet of the curve of flesh
The curve of lies
Of the curve pitch even
What storm threw you
Ashore amidst drift debris of love
Coughing up pain
Spewing sorrow
Half drowned but
Free of a man’s tidal undertow
Your words glitter
Amidst the salt tear silt
Like a Japanese glass net float
To a beach combing reader
A trout to a new poet friend
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