WHSmiths rejection by Richard TrotterUpon the grey water I sailed
where silence and dead earth prevailed
as I waited for the lights to seduce me
I let the poison take me out to sea,
Your face like an anchor in the sky
but my boat would not rise that high.
I crashed in a city of dreams
a winter of fossilized screams,
this imagined isle of perfection,
cracked by a wind of correction
like a fool who plants seeds in the snow
and wonders why they do not grow. 07/28/2008 Posted on 07/28/2008 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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