End Game
By markashley
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
- 844 reads
Those unsuspecting seafaring men
Who have unwillingly
Taken the captains maggot
Find themselves,
Destruction destroyed,
Swimming
The non-specific carnal strain,
Share huddled dawn
On addicted streets.
In phantom blankets,
Jealous leeches quake.
Wind swept woman, engine knocking,
Staggers fuelless.
Arid mildew ridden laundry
Walking hazy way
Imagines golden marionette
And totter dances a step or two.
Dream portfolio refuge flutters,
Slick smile wander,
Across the railway tracks
By the gas works,
Floating face down
In screaming lakes
Borrowed gentle twilight,
Still burning.
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