Friday, February 4, 2011

rusty old pipes

slipper piercing

goddamn these cheap things

worn down things

mimosa thorns and leaves

shells and shattered bits of Heineken bottles

Hawaiian emeralds

right on my own beach!

earth and sky kiss

with no building disruption

or phallic mountains

just grass and brush

stroking my ankles passionately as I float through them

usually it itches or bothers

but now they love me

and I can go on living


because a place can share such feelings

I was sharing my blood and voice

with her crashing cry

blue green and white to the mud


tiny bits of coral

biting at me

basalt seat imprinting on my skin

starting my

emergence into the wet

flowing force of her divinity

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