Wednesday, June 15, 2005

way into the midnight hour
wind chimes sound off from the porch
in this dim light there is nothing
nothing and then some more

(time passes and shifts)

jonah was swallowed up by the whale
40 nights (or maybe 3) on the wide open seas
moonlight through the blowhole
passing time by making up things
holding a séance inside the beast
losing all hope of ever being released

finally when the great fish disgorged him
he felt the warm wind the west wind
on his pickled face
things were ok
drinking a two-olive dry martini
on top of the leviathan
all the way back to his place

deploy descend destroy dissect
scare scramble scream at
peel back
turn the page
words or worlds are meaningless
when you split them apart

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