tides of anguish

by zen beatnick

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-05-08 10:38:00

The tides that once swelled at the mysterious new moon delight smiled a sweet welcome to it’s full bright light, radient and hopeful, have turned defensive old owl wise, who who knowing seeing and senceing some threat, something sinister, and so takes flight to secure sanctuary, safe and stable making all of the thrilling theatrics and risky manuvers become evil vile intentions idleing to assume certain doom. I take cover, loom lowdown low in the trenches of shame for I have scared off something so fragile as she, and buy time trying to fade away and fall out of piercing suspicion.