Saturday, March 27, 2010

the bells

the deification
(by your own definition)
failed to gain notice in a manner befitting;
i won fabulous at that specific table
last night
yet slept through midday seething.

'was not the bells or barnacles
thrown up by her watery engine pipes
stoked, reciprocal and
gaining beachhead-
not the clams

but a haze of understanding
(great ships and barges in a fog far off Jones Beach)
passing untouched through the fine mesh
of book pages
and lionized light from a small hole in the shade
midday,
upsetting victory with a tax.

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