The Blind Man And The Sea

The Blind Man And The Sea short poem

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The blind man stands on the bulkhead
feels the tide through the timbers
a vibration in his balls
and the balls of his feet
drunk on the scent of creosote
the rampant fertility of the ocean

he’s been told the ocean is big
a roofless cavern
shifting dancefloor
all he knows is that it communicates
arrhythmically with mist and judder
punctuates itself like a child

his skin is beginning to burn
a tightness on his arms
the backs of his hands blotched
with salt speckles and eczema
heat building for which he has no answer
there’s no desire to fall forward

the water sounds like a slurping maw
sucking its teeth for every
dead morsel – he doesn’t want to see
cares nothing for the mystery
of fish of icebergs of leaping whales
stands in defiance a snack unavailable

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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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Pained but loved the flow…

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