I watched him go down...
Eduardo Roma
jeremi handrinos
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fiogf49gjkf0d Bobbing, fluorescent...
Hot pink, electric blue nylon
Wing, waves, slight breeze...
Sunset, Albatross eyeing the
situation. Always looking out for
a lazy moment to preen and one leg.
Spanning the remnants of music
and water. I can vaguely hear
a blow-hole off in the distance.
If I was not so hypothermic, and disoriented.
Treading for my life. I bet I
could even imagine how its spray
might feel; If my saturation currently
was instead a desert, a dune, a Gila
monster's paradise, and me-oh-my-oh was not
so awash with thirst, and sun burnt laziness.
Is that a dingy dinging?
The bark of a sea lion?
The fin of a Maiko shark?
When I last hugged a tree?
It was for dear life.
I had been on peyote for days,
and I was convinced that if
I squeezed hard enough.
It would pull me in.
For good.
Current, riptide, undertow.
All fine examples of secret movement.
Moon, blood, women.
Yes, I'm awake now. More bright
eyed and bushy tailed than that
hare, who shunned holes for pipes,
and slippers, and drumsticks.
Fast, but not proud.
Warm milk spoiled.
Cycles, poles, reproduction.
In my past life, I was a square
boulder from Mu.
Then some surly native went and carved
me into a giant head with
exaggerated ear lobes and lips.
Doomed to fall face first.
I did.
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