giovedì 16 ottobre 2014

david jhave johnston


where fading golden light 
touches swaying supple water
a party that lasted decades, abandoned and then gently bombed: fragments glass, plasticchairs, napkins, styrofoam, clothes, building supplies...
o, scattered in sand, 
bobbing in relaxed waves
from this cove to the next

sediment waging war 
against the will to resist
a burning toilet, cherry 
deodorant, cologne condiments contraceptives,
mascera tampons and condoms aflame
with toys and twist-offs

above the empty and
rhythmic surf
a bird cries
into newborn silence

commodity incense 
commodity incense
commodity incense

david jhave johnston

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