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like ships

Posted to Action Poetry




broken days arrive like ships in the garden
when the torturous thorns of overgrown vine
rip through the skin

when nothing is left but the clatter of a trashcan lid
when a veil is torn behind shutters closed
and consciousness bursts into
the obscenity of the world

when the idylls of abstraction
crack as philosophy falls apart
and concepts disintegrate into dust

and nothing is left
but the nothing
of the absurd
bottomless
accidental
subject

and the sound
of your own
footsteps
as they
backtrack
upon
themselves