Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Kerri Shying R - # 613 - Ash

Ash

I was the small atoll  spaced brown amid
shallow sea    people  all blue  with not

having   what ever     this year is gunna be
I was the small brown atoll   amid bees  swum

about by fish     thanks for gobbling up the 
larvae of the mozzies  now used to coming to

the top   here we are locked into this routine
of feeding     I waken before the clouds 

have colour  the sky is sand  taupe   ivory
sky a line   mouths wink and gape  I am the

small brown atoll  shoreline bobbing with 
bread bags   wizening off to a grandma death

the skin hung off her bones all the fat
taupe  ivory   makeup on rich faces

Calabasas swamps me microfibre active
gut bloat   of all the fish at sea I was

a small brown atoll I am a microbead
a holiday   blinked out  in blue sea  gone

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