In A Plaster Sea
written by: Lance Sheridan
I feel the bottom with an anchor root:
It is what I fear
I listen for its shadows echoing
In stucco waves
White person that I am
Hated like a dead body
With yellow bones.
I am drowning, scared, rowing in a blue boat
Pacifist with a head of stone,
Unbreakable, but with complaints:
I will never warm up in a sea tin white,
Arsenic sunset, poisoned horizon,
Scorches my hands, burns them barren;
Flakes into pieces to feed buckets of fish.
I have become more absent-minded
More offish: criticizing them, criticizing me;
Secretly I am becoming a half-corpse
With a pargeting face, hardened into a row,
Coffined to a plaster sea
Waves carbon paper black, loitering tombs
Stalk me in a dream,
Nightlong, in a granite yard
Cliffed above the shoals:
Howling wind creeping up on me, vapors
Into my skin like a disease;
And everywhere people riding into church
Perishing one by one,
They will never miss me.
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The Mind[less] Muse
Poised in Flight
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Poetry Super Highway
International Poetry Anthology
I’m sarcastic, have an offbeat sense of humor, a purveyor of words and imagery, love music, read, drink coffee, exercise, dislike ruffians.
- In A Plaster Sea - December 3, 2018
- A Ladder Over Water - July 8, 2017
- And The River Emptied And Silver Stream Awoke - June 22, 2017
