On The Waves
written by: Mitchell Flanagan
Days of beaches and rum
Food and drugs had me considering and ignoring the groundlessness for balancing
I’m raising the floor while lowering the ceiling
A star streaks across the sky
The dry of desert thirst scratches with grit in my mouth as
Time melts like a red strain in the white of the eye
Tell me, please
No, wait, don’t
I know how to ache away
Feeling blue is what I do
Blue is working for you
I reached the blue point and fell over for you
Dust is taking shape, and clouds have been given names
Old songs have new sounds
Nights of beaches and rum
Mitchell Flanagan is an artist, writer, and musician from Newburgh, New York. His poems appeared in The Chronogram in August 2010 and December 2011. His work appeared in Ariel Chart in April 2020, April and December 2021, January 2023, when he was nominated for Ariel Chart's 2023 Pushcart Prize for Literature, and June 2025. In addition, he's working on a collection of short stories, novels, and poetry books.
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- On The Waves - August 22, 2025
