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Never seen a shipwreck I couldn't top
by Desdemona SinestraTwo capsized ships
Passing in the night
Two misconceived as one
A series of Juxtaposed thoughts leeched from the disrupted flora
Driftwood fever dreams
For the gulls who’ve found a new perch
On a newly surfacing mast
And I’ll pretend I’ve done you wrong
I’ll say it just to make peace
But just once
I’d like for someone
To fall on her own cutlass for me
A new cry for the gulls
And for myself a fleet of new offal is set adrift:
Never seen a shipwreck I couldn’t top
08/06/2016 Posted on 08/06/2016
Copyright © 2024 Desdemona Sinestra
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 08/09/16 at 02:32 PM Love what you've done here ma'am. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 08/09/16 at 05:24 PM Brilliant isn't worthy of a one-word description, but it does capture how I feel after feeding on the chum of this gem, the perched upon ancient feast of heart |
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