drunken boat
By mikilowe
Wed, 18 Dec 2013
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at the end of the day -i'd be there,
with eyes burst apart
from insomnia, weary and young
my insides,
like a beached shark ,
a thing washed ashore onto muggy sand
by a storm that shook oceans
but that know one will remember
i clutched the cursed poet's volumes,
against me ,as i tried to sleep
i rocked soberly on the drunken boat
reciting their verses
like the believer reciting his prayers
i'd curl up in their words
and pretend to be held
i'd pretend to hear coming from my own ears
like children pretend to hear the sea
coming from shells that curl into themselves
'I'm here
it's alright. see.
i'm here'
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