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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