Sandcastle
By lavadis
Mon, 25 Jan 2021
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I live in a giant sandcastle
which is conveniently positioned
for schools,
shops and other
local amenities
There are no other
giant sandcastles
in my street
due to stringent planning regulations
and fear,
mainly due to fear
I share the sandcastle
with two attack lions
who pass their days
sleeping on my bed,
playing games with
a squeeky felt mouse
filled with catnip
on the end of a stick
and
slaughtering
innocent passers by
with
reckless abandon
This week,
we have been digging
a moat around
the giant sandcastle.
The attack lions
carry the sand
from the beach
in buckets
which they grip in their
gigantic jaws.
They are ill suited
for this task,
being easily distracted.
If people run away
from them
they want to chase them and
eat them.
If people
do not run away from them
they want to chase them and
eat them.
It is quite the conundrum.
I know
this will all be
swept away
by the sea,
our sandcastle home,
the attack lions,
the felt mouse
filled with catnip
on the end of a stick
and me
and there will be no sign
that we were ever
really here.
This island,
this planet,
this life,
which surrounds us
into which we breath
which breathes into us,
obliterated,
erased,
one day,
soon,
never,
always,
why can’t it all just,
stop.
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Once I met a guy who made
Once I met a guy who made a living with sand sculptures in the beach they called him the sandman. He was a very wise man I spent some nights there by him he learnt me some valuable things.
Yes, in the end, we all live in sandcastles or houses of cards and blissfully unaware of our precarious situation our lives hanging by a thread.
Cheers Lavadis! Tom Brown
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