"too many anchors"
written after a good line that wasn't by jake kilroy.
too many anchors,
as the memories push and pull.
every breath is gravity.
what an empty crowded ocean.
what a sight to behold and let go.
what a horizon to burn away.
a library that sank to the bottom,
a monument that came to be ash,
a museum of nothing and everything,
this leaky head flooded and drowned.
no services will be held for the future.
no salute for the cemetery architect.
nothing but heavy breaths in a hot shower.
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2 comments:
this is really great, especially that last stanza.
Thanks, Jackie! Always stoked to hear somebody digs it.
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