A Marrow Ocean
A Marrow Ocean II: Anorexic Apples
We drained our bones and slept alone at the bottom of a marrow ocean.
Tucked into the coral with the tin man and his orchestra, we were oiling hinges
with silent symphonies, but you wouldn’t ever know we were listening
to a whale make love to who ever was free and willing in motel rooms,
In a suitcase life between metropolitan settlements and rural reconstruction sites;
Where you’ll find
the most beautiful faces in a ghost town sewage system
sorting through recycled trash and anorexic apple cores
that have nothing left to offer anyone except their once refreshing corpse,
Yeah okay.
© casanovaah
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Silver
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on 09/25/07 at 07:54 AM
I really like your images and the whale is a great interlude between the lovers and garveyard.Silver
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on 08/12/07 at 11:13 AM
thank you very muchSilver
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on 06/29/07 at 11:21 PM
Tucked into the coral with the tin man and his orchestra, we were oiling hinges
with silent symphonies, but you wouldn’t ever know we were listening
Wonderfully written. I think your work is under-appreciated on this site. Regardless, I hope you know that your work is lovely.
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