once a year i go down to the ocean and sit by the sand for a week
when i arrive i am quivering with the need to write
in the sand with a twig or a shard of shell i write
this is the way the world ends
not with a whimper but with the sigh of oxygen pumps
ssssssshhhhhh
the ocean comes in and erases it
only three of us saw it coming
the fourth died instantly
ssssssshhhhhh
the ocean comes in and erases it
there are fourteen silent ways to kill robert heinlein
and thirteen of them dont work
ssssssshhhhhh
the ocean comes in and erases it
and so it goes
every day the urge lessens
by sunday morning last i sit by the ocean
and don't even want to write
this is why this post is so short
well, and hoping you are the same
archy
Friday, October 5, 2007
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