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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