the me in gasoline on water is a rainbow
of potential sliding around, skimming the tops, spreading then
unraveling with every
exhale of the Bay
shape shifting like a scream
my perplexed smirk distorted then tortured
and mad in the only possible way
the slick bird above me
purple to orange to blue to barely discernible shine -
oh shine on, you gull, shine on
free from such thin and colorful prisons as this.
ugh....and still we poison our land...shapeshifting like a scream...love that line....fly on gull...
ReplyDeleteThanks B! Finally back to writing.... Off to read your latest masterpiece :)
ReplyDeleteVery cool. Good sound throughout and seems to flow like the oil slick
ReplyDeleteGreat idea underlying this. Many neat images throughout. Nice job.
ReplyDeletethank you awakened and Steve~ appreciate the comments. one of those moments where you're staring down into a dirty harbor and ...
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