Saturday, April 27, 2013

W A V E



any time into waves roaring rumble 

rolling rolls 
on his tongue hit the harbor wall screamed in terror 
: this trip sir, started similar doubts 
the ark swerved, wobbled in the wind 
angry 
fog that troubled land just waiting for answer - I was swept away! 
deck seemed quiet night without a word 
flounder fish perish 
when is tired of leaning on the edge of the dock? 
suddenly heard a voice call out: "Go home ....!" 
pickaxe was slapped on the waves hit 
the restless then vanished in a perfect vacuum 
the remaining dishes were butts of cigars 
smoked the ladies 
the smoke writhing snake 
dancing and dancing 
above every mourning heart 
still time in the wave swash 
preparing to pounce on the ark, but 
He still is not there? looked and looked 
human behavior before the final round arrives ....







Agats - Asmat,  September 20,  2011

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