MONO ISSUE 2 - Flipbook - Page 31
LIGHT SLEEPER
by J. Twm
A poet dreams with
too little deep sleep.
A shallow flotsam
of washed up debris.
A skull and spine
cleared clean to white
of cormorant,
goose or swan.
Plastic pebble pawed
commercial chip scoop
on a bed of gull pocked
mussel shells.
Gas canister. A torso
too red and heavy to
load. Blunt glass in
all its stain.
A poet dreams of
the depths and the
culfs of exploration.
But all that crashes
hard in the shallows is
the sick grey bubbling
slick of scum.
And the wretched
ghoulish wrecks of
somewhere else.
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