Monday, 20 February 2012

the swan soft shores of paradise



when the day comes
i foretold you
dissolve in sugar
on the top deck 
of a flamingo's beak

it is beautiful 
this elusive chimera
or is it 
a slave ship
fragmentary expression
flapping canvas 
hospital lawn
clumping out beat  
dejection and solitude

jonah and the albatross 
rattle in callipers
skeletons in cargo hold
clipped wings and clubbed feet
tapping against sympathies
a doldrummed crew
on swan soft shores of paradise
where the interminable culminates
the intolerable desists
and the fervent ennui 
of bleak incarceration
and expedient abandonment
melt like gang planks
in the belly of a whale.


















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