Wanna Hush

Paper Pursuit


And so the trail brings me again

to the hungry hunting strangers.

Secrets creep like a broken machine

to take their feast on melted flesh.

They lay in beds of dust and croon

distant devotions of spiritual synergy,

putting me in a purgatorial trance.

I really feel like a baby buoy ebbing

in little rocking whitecaps, unchained,

lost at sea where the dolphins dive

and schools of fish swarm and nibble

the prized barnacles from my husk.

All I want to do (for us) is just hush.


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A most unusual metaphor,

A most unusual metaphor, presented with your customary skill, every word and every line exactly right!


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