the me in gasoline on water is a rainbow
of potential sliding around, skimming the tops, spreading then
unraveling with every
exhale of the Bay
shape shifting like a scream
my perplexed smirk distorted then tortured
and mad in the only possible way
the slick bird above me
purple to orange to blue to barely discernible shine –
oh shine on, you gull, shine on
free from such thin and colorful prisons as this.
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ugh….and still we poison our land…shapeshifting like a scream…love that line….fly on gull…
ugh….and still we poison our land…shapeshifting like a scream…love that line….fly on gull…
Thanks B! Finally back to writing…. Off to read your latest masterpiece 🙂
Thanks B! Finally back to writing…. Off to read your latest masterpiece 🙂
Very cool. Good sound throughout and seems to flow like the oil slick
Very cool. Good sound throughout and seems to flow like the oil slick
Great idea underlying this. Many neat images throughout. Nice job.
Great idea underlying this. Many neat images throughout. Nice job.
thank you awakened and Steve~ appreciate the comments. one of those moments where you're staring down into a dirty harbor and …
thank you awakened and Steve~ appreciate the comments. one of those moments where you're staring down into a dirty harbor and …
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