he will cut down every tree to feed this fire
By aiwaz
his eyes swim distorted through a lens of ocean tears how strange this island seems warped through the roll of waves that tides nightly on the beach of his cheeks drowning was for luckier men he swam through blackened choke of burning sails and timber smoke to his solitude of bonfire hope he built a shelter for himself on the shore rat meat and cocunuts could not nourish his soul the back of his neck began to grow heated and rosy like the rosary of coral woe he passed from hand to hand to make the time go when his tides fell low time for tempers to flare like bonfires he feeds to signal his presence there a bonfire to boil his fury frozen and glitter his pores from head to naked toe like this vast and empty ocean he prays nightly for monsters that crawl deep and dark on ocean floors he conjurs them with a voice of a ghost to lay waiste to distant shores and all the ships that passed him by alone in dark with this island soul Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 10:24 AM PST 0 • 1
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"his eyes swim distorted..."