New poem
hail all ye sharks...there be blood in the waters...
chew on this first draft...then comment and make your view known...
On the other side
She pinging as I tracked
One ping only
And I took all the bait
Seven years of Naivete.
On the other side
She pinging a dual
Deception of Détente
Ingrown into incestuous
14 years of dead lust and loss.
Three torpedoes,
Two still live
In my fresh fleshy steel side
I go silent and deep
Sinking to the bottom.
It’s quiet here
Peaceful, imaginative
Beautiful in a dark way
Mysterious and true
Safe and compact.
Above come their wars
Their politics and madness
Their lawyers and paper
Their endless feckless theologies
And wargames.
Not here in the dark quiet as
The Buddha stops by for tea
The giant squid makes his
Last confession
Jesus swims with the fishes
Then laughs.
It is beautiful here
On the ever-drawn floor
Of all that was, is
And ever will be.
But we must rise!
Wait and watch
Mindful and so
Carefully full.
posted by Obi-Mac BakDon @ 7:20 PM
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