on the devils beach

by newSkinjoy98

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-06 09:18:00

Parent message is 278182
the sunset quivers
massive ships take rest
kneeling arms and raggedy joints
as if a flag a reminder
watching the sun
inside tidal waves
appreciating wonder
but still the feeling
that one values nothing
or at least the thought
or at least that gust of wind
a premonition of why
we were so often chilled to the bone
sometimes you find certain events
so thrilling you yawn
and nights carpet is pulled
under two docile feet
and though really it is
a form of embarrasment
of the realigning of the face
and of the nerve cords nervous
there is a lesson embedded
within the tendons of day
the center is rare raw read meat
a curious signal from the catacombs
which are arms that flail freely
under the 19 diamonds
of a gelatinal contemplation
the mystery of interconnection