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titanic.
by Andrew S Adamsare you lost?
i am.
skin and bones,
thin and brittle and ready to
snap at the thought of the slightest breeze.
you have a flagship to guide you;
i have a driftwood liferaft,
standing on the edge of the world was
a highwire act we executed to perfection.
severed limbs, decapitates, cinderella slippers
they all come together to fit into the masterpiece
that was the unsinkable ship;
miss america waves (figure eight style)
as the waves (frigid, chopping style)
take care of the evidence;
i couldnt find the iceberg. 01/04/2004 Posted on 01/05/2004
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
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| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/05/04 at 03:54 AM chilling and haunting are understatements here. A story that will always be re-told, I think. Ironically, tonight the documentary was on about the Bismarck. This was great, a real twist last line. Tragic tale indeed. |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 01/06/04 at 12:56 AM this piece cries out like a lonely person stranded on the high seas, It makes me want to be a light house beaming that light of safety and home out through the clouds to you. |
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