TSM 114

~ qbit 
bleach baby beach bones
walking down the boygirl burial sand
I step on a fury of roses
 
thorns from the vine
of casket-strength sea spines
tail of tales of sting-ray die-off
 
sun's rays sea's rays sting rays
risibly risking sun and waves
of denial anger grief
 
the long spike spiked
with shark tooth hunger
red sun rising in a weather bloom
 
off my foot rose madder
and madder and madder still life
blood nor pain are lightfast
 
offshore seals moan
what's my tune sharp scaled
staccato of bones




The Sunday Muse

23 thoughts on “TSM 114”

  3. Ah, the tales to be told at the seashore…on the one hand serene and peaceful, on the other a cautionary tale of sting and spike. Red sun rising beware. “Red sky at morning, sailors take warning; red sky at night, sailor’s delight”.

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  4. thorns from the vine
    of casket-strength sea spines
    tail of tales of sting-ray die-off

    For me I see a vision of risky beach goers. There is a silent killer walking the beach sands and the waters. Who will feel the sting of sun or ray?

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  7. Yes, this is one best read aloud, to appreciate the word play and the visuals each little tongue twist spawns–almost playful, and yet the message isn’t playful at all. I especially loved “I step on a fury of roses..” A wonderful image, along with so many others.

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  9. Yes, this is definitely one to be read aloud…In fact I did. “Bleach baby beach bones” Now who wouldn’t want to have that spill from their tongue?

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  10. A bed of roses isn’t all what it seems to be. Really a lot of obstacles even in the good life.
    I was with the moaning seals, people do that when I try to sing and also when I try to tell a joke.
    ..

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