the fleet (day 151)

(@abandonedameric)

Mechanical owl.

"He was as one who awaited a dark and secret summons, not knowing whence it would come, or at what hour." --@KlarkashT

Return of the Lo-Bap.

1.
syllabus
Cyanian
floods alcove
gaff obol luxe
osage script
pyre dank onset

2.
rattle on the skylight
the heated sand
corridors winding

come unravelled
sepia cloudscape

step by step i parcel out
the dimensions
of my panic bulletinsv

rattle on the skylight
lingering carpal twinge

3.
the Black Fleet
reflects fathoms
in the gray dawn
we dim our hopes
noon varies
count of victims
bladed gifts
join the Black Fleet

4.
receptacle · seepage measured
afflict flaming · terrapin flaw
though cats recall · Cor Caroli
it's a bad berth · on a slow boat
dreadful hollow · at Wadi Aceldama
my own dumb impatience
wall of mist with nothing on the other side

5.
screens of the towers falling
long shadows of morning
days beyond retrieval
but i was there

run to the end of story
unseen airplane overhead
lose count of the laps
lose track of the days

poet of triolets
& of fine blue porcelain
looks out through these eyes
at the weathered planks of a deck

"Loneliness is a part of writing, isn’t it?"

"full moon
my best friend
a flute"

--@poem_exe

(@CrookedCosmos)