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Man Jan 2021
neptune
seated in the briney blue
hear me
i can't help but think of you
as something on the way out
salinity increasing
water's quiet whisper, bursting to a shout
no real attempts at ceasing
what we know in time will come about
here's to the future refugees
here's to the dead sure to die
here's to weather we knew once
to the tears surely to be cried
and one for the men and women in charge
neth jones Aug 2018
I Sleep ;
I Slip
In Doze, I Seep out into the Scenes ;

In Potions Deep
In Notions Cold and Preasuring
I Fit and Knit my Crown
I Coral
I Knot and Concrete a Frown
But though I Invite my Efforts
My Thoughting is Leaks and Tearing *

Over Whale but Underwater
I Recover Nothing Reassuring
Slowing to a Pale
In Ocean Cold
My Feedings are Slurring to a Drown
My Motions ; Enwombed and Collected
An Unfoetal, my Body Undertakes a Vulnerable Mould

Above
The Surface
The Ship Blinks, on Fire
And Gifts from the Broken Hold Sink to me
It's all a Wink Directed at me
A Humour

But I am become Prepared Still
For the Next Life
I Discard, Decending Still
A Treat Sunk Below
A Monsterous Breakfast

                                                 *note­ : as in, secreting saline, watery fluid
Ghelli Jul 2015
Adrift in my ocean
Foam lifted and light
The sky sets on the horizon
And your leaving brings the night

I spy the lighthouse oft the distance
And wrack my body to relieve the pittance
That space brought such a torpor and a tremor
I need your assistance

But tho I cry out in pain
As though struck, no answer except
The uncaring roar of the inner me calls
And the brine lacquors my lips and lids
So that all I can account for
Is the cold emptiness of the place that I had been abandoned in

Not one to give up, I summon my courage
Heart full, I swim away from the light
That can't shine on me, and the shore that won't harbor me
And push deeper to the midnight blue
So I can cast away the memory of you.

It is bitter cold and lonesome, but in time
I note the water eases its assault and the light begins to shine
Truly, not the lighthouse, false shore and rocky bay
But the dawn's morning light off the continent ahead

So I redouble my efforts and drag my weary and wasted body up the celadon sands
And open my heart and with my hands
Throw to the bitter depths the pain I had carried
Like a locker all the way across the ocean of many

And though for a moment I feel the pang of that empty space
I know you couldn't stay

The wrong time and the wrong place.

Nick

— The End —