Rendering Dream Upon Waking #1

Head-butting breakers -

I couldn't enter the sea -

flung back on my back -

swallowed in sandfleas -

moon-haloed grin of David

drooling beach with ashes -

to ashes and gull grease -

white tendril tide yanks

left shoe loose and screaming -

tows it to foam - scrambling crabwise

- sand in my pants drags

me down down and my mouth fills

with urine - cigarette butts

thrashers

and cold spent shell.

◄ In The Valley of Your Bones

Migration On A Bad Day ►

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Devon Brock

Sun 16th Jun 2019 22:36

Thank you Jason and Eiren. Yes! Eiren, you caught it. I always see Bowie's face when I look at the full moon.

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Eiren Water

Sun 16th Jun 2019 11:04

I wonder if I heard that right.
Strung out on Heaven's high, feeling that all time low.

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 16th Jun 2019 07:17

"Cigarette butts, thrashers and cold spent shell." Great line and would make a great song title. Really like this Devon.

J.

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