Becalmed, all the world’s a pond
everything set to stagnate and stink

flesh cooks slowly at the equator
sours like a mild temperament

more than shade or food the horizon
is become a god delivering, withholding

shadows hide beneath a ruler, straight mast
at noon, no breath, just the swell

no one has the strength for murder
can’t stand the pulse pound in their wrists

sails become dead angel wings
uncrowned, indifferent unable to save

it may seem a great game until the tar melts
the lady beneath your feet springs her girdle

begin to wonder how much of the body
is truly salt water and will it hurt to disperse

night in a hammock watching a steady star
nailed to a depthless black ceiling

pray take me, pray spare me tomorrow
bargaining anything with remorseless everything

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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