Friday, October 5, 2007

Scratches in the sand

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

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