wriggle of morning thought.
Something to hold on to. To pull him out. Sharp. He bites–
Hold on! Hold on!
Tight jaw, reeling in,
line stretching, water shake. There’s a
bend and a swing.
with the whole scene
swirling past too fast then he’s
flopped over and
down onto the plankety
board bottom of the shiver boat.
Standing above himself now.
Wide awake.
Cold.
2 comments for “Dreamful swimming, it’s the first”
triple creme
June 24, 2009 at 4:39 am
dear mr. vortex: you probably delete your spam reflexively (you can find treatments for that–on the internet!!), so i wanted to rescue these few words from your most recent spamming:
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
it’s about time someone said it.
dear mr. vortex: you probably delete your spam reflexively (you can find treatments for that–on the internet!!), so i wanted to rescue these few words from your most recent spamming:
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
it’s about time someone said it.
ah, someone did already say it–gk chesterton in 1910.
(still, it was a good choice on the part of the spam universe, even if not original.)