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the skeleton coast

morning eclipses the sand
skeletons of sea and land
rust and rot
forgetting the missing
the lost

dead men
speaking in cadence
like clean white cloth hanging
strangling heaven in the
twisting air between
the bone splitting hairs
of daydreams having abortions

the symptoms remain the same
the blame
the mad dog shame
the mother fucking discord

forgive this trespass
this head pass
tripping the revolver
sleeping in my hand

i turn from breaking waves
watching a slanderous sun
traverse the desert for an eon
instead

standing barefoot
waiting in swimming pool blues
ankle deep and drowning

shipwrecks down the coastline
the latitudes of my mind
down and out
in a land that god made
in anger.
Posted 02/12/12
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