Fog slips into the
city a symphony of
sirens horns and shouts.
Let time swallow me up and
keep me here safe and sound.
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Fog Slips
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Poseidon Crashing Down [a poem]
He drinks lava and slinks among the alien fish on the black abyss seafloor, scourging any creatures that dare wander too close. Once a God, now
discarded scum. The sea boils, sickened with pollution and the monsters wait silently for a command. Lost all hope to reconquer the humans, to
make them fear the sea again for reasons they should. No, he is weary, brimming with resentment and the ancient gold bones in his ethereal
body have begun to crack. Floating upward through shades of blue, he baubles to the surface, aimlessly rides a wave and
crashes back down into his tormented slumber.
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A City Breathing [a poem]
crisp blue sky creases against
skyscrapers. glass, steel, cement,
wood, warped, twisted into visions
of the future. a cry, fog horn bellow,
sirens, and the rushing hush of voices,
tires spinning on the pavement. a city,
breathing, alive under a crisp
blue sky.
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