Sea Change

Sea Change short poem

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Can’t you see I’m drowning from your thirst
buried in mud to my thighs

every day another box arrives at the door
the scent of cardboard makes me nauseous

another knick-knack begets another floor
to ceiling shelf populated by painted eyes to watch

this is my payment for messing with you, you say
your weight pressing me down deeper

motion of your hips like the tide and that school
of porcelain abominations jealous of every breath

there is no issue to our f&*king just the stink
of dirty sheets, another novelty blanket

stacked between us when sleep comes
after I’ve come fighting against the perilous dark

and all those eyes phosphoresce in the depths
the rich black silt of our dreams sunk and decomposed

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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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