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sentiments &sediment
--winter--
walking the beach i imagined the inexhaustible sigh of the Atlantic overtaken by you, howling delirious — a lover’s harmonics yet to engage my ear.
the boardwalk slumbers: the mechanical grind and neon glyphs lost in the darkness of a late winter evening. occasionally a shudder works its way through the expanse of old wooden beams as the dormant beast dreams slushies and caramel popcorn seeping sticky into its veins.
Heaven’s inhabitants snap stolen moments, bouncing jealous glances off the sea’s surface —- the sun rises hours early averting starry eyes.
--summer--
i uncurl alone in a drunken haze underneath a pier that seems to lead a direct path into the sun wading belly deep in the ocean, provoking me with playful splashes, trying to jolt me out of this inebriated state.
i stumble towards the silly bastard to inflict a sleeper hold and crack its crown against the corals with a “fuck-you!” to follow —- i want my night back!
primed to dance wicked with the sun, i put on my best stride through the sediment, before finding your name, where once was carved and circumscribed with a heart, erased from the sands,
licked out of existence like lollipops and icicles — the erosive strokes of the surf, sweetness removed —
and all that remains is...
--blackout--
i’ve forgotten my grudge with the golden one, and postured prostrate upon his porch, the sea lapping at my nicked feet, refuse to re-salt the sea — the realization that i can’t kill the ocean with the slice of a clam shell, impale the mighty star upon a mountain, nor pin down the restless spirit of a young woman with wounds down to the marrow.
i am little, casting a meager shadow, but can engulf the world in thought... but first to swallow this pride. (c) seraph219
Bio: Seraph was born in Trenton, NJ on February 19, 1983. He attends St. Lawrence University. Seraph thanks Mom &Dad, David Cantlay, Katya, Eli, and all the Okaypoets.
peace, ~p~
"the wages of dying is love" (c) galway kinnell
"i fear to forget your name as a poet fears to forget some word sprung in the torment of the night, mighty as God himself." (c) v.v.m.
AIM: okaypoet219
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