Monday, September 30, 2013

poem: Evaluating


Evaluating

dysfunctional in competitive environs X long
which flags wave on boat masts?
skull and cross bones
the snake
don't tread on me


cabin cruisers on trailers on the hilltop have holes in them
morning glories grow over top of the moldering fleet
there are still tiny pennants on spindly antenas
miraculous screw propellers frozen fixed
motors rudely jerked around
jumper cables coiled in  tall grass
gator clips standing like cobras
bitten  batteries thirsting for acid so vital to the imagination
empty gas tanks
not prepared for flooding

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