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Quicksand
The sun soaked rocks
Take up the iron cross,
The copper barge plays
Hymns of damnation till morning
Take me where the lovers meet
On the train
To the beach
In the sand we can sit and eat,
Drink,
Laugh till nightfall,
Pant till morning,
Dance with the crows
Where no one shows emotion
The sun soaked rocks
Sit and watch
While we bathe in armor,
Depressed by what we have
Or what we may forget
we regret to reconsider
The timelines that fade
The sands grit is true
And the life that falls after is correct
Although pains auxiliary limbs
Plunge me in an ambulatory orgy
Of scalpels peeling pain back
For the lighter parts to speak truth
Like the sand we sat on
For the better part of months
I let the gulls have me,
Molting in excess
I flew for nothing,
Perched for wild men
Sovereign the evil tongues coerce
To beckon evil lips animation
Just to give me strength
The copper barge is playing the hits,
Singing my songs,
Dancing to the consistent tune
Of disgrace
And hot rocks erode nicely
I'm suing!
the first three stanza's hit me hard!
Much Love
Ashley
Class Action Suit
The last two stanzas nailed me to that iron cross and I slowly sank beneath the sand - the imagery and vocabulary were exceptional, the idea central to the poem was exponentially grand and reader personal - an immaculate write - You rocked it Chadical! - Yr poempusherpal, Lady A
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