Saturday, October 18, 2008
Body Surfing (Sam444, just wrote this poem...yes, it's been a while!)
In the ebb and flow of silted tides, I tumble like a sand flea to shore. The sound of confusion, a mix of consonants crashing against metaphors and shells; seaweeds soften the blow with smooth vowels of o's, ah's and e's. Twisted and tangled in my own body and suit, ears full of water mind spilling...
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