Houses on Stilts

You are an EyeLand Catch like your neighbor’s great-aunt,

Nellie-Ann.

After the oily waves took bites out of your land,

your home deserves a Time-Out.

Be Proud Mary.

Keep on Pipe Dreamin and enjoy backyard barbecues

on the Fourth of July

even as the June Bug bites alligator skin before mother nature gears up her ammunition.

Mama and Papa’s Dreamers swing on the concrete porch

watching the Grey Mist below My Blue Heaven on this Grand Lyle isle.

You will find paradise in these Weathering Heights, just

Sip n Sea.

 

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White Stains

I’m too close.

I can’t close it.

The celestial dressing gown grows,

shoots looks of wisdom down on me.

My engine drums against my outstretched ribs;

bones pound at an angle,

they sharpen at the tongue of: harp strings;

their vibrations rip at my throat.

I can’t stop.

I can hear a mantra:

“Shine, you dark, dark skeleton.

Shine, you dark, dark star.”

My shapeless voice quivers and leaves

moonlight stains on the ears of flower buds.

 

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