Saturday, April 30, 2016

Robert Verdon, #128, 2016

the sheets on the bunk have rippled like a microwaved pappadum
there is a whine, a close mosquito or a distant dentist’s drill

the ship seems to be tilting backwards as if sinking stern-first
the squall through the porthole bristles with echidna spines of sun

the passenger-mind is focussed by a word and the smell of burning
the engines have stopped                        the day is soon calm again


  1. dramatic and really quite scary! then that unexpected great ending. I really enjoyed this taste of danger...

  2. thanks, Efi — hope it's not prophetic


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