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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4470 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Small Shells with Spikes Gary Blankenship I hear music, skins beat wild their echoes unseen. Blocked as termites chomp, sow bugs curl. Nature’s static jams the music I desire, I need. I hold your sound close to my ear, the roar holds me. I hear rhythms, whistles trill their tempo muted. Green barricades and wet webs keep the dark rhythms at dream’s length too soft, too gentle. I turn you around in faint hope your voice will rise. I hear music, and I hope the music will hear me. Too many bright days too much surf too many drinks filled with soaked fruit to understand. I have been asleep and to wake, I need your help. |
