face like a shipwreck,
looking like a shark stew
a seaside buffet -
an "all you can feast" affair.
wore surprise like make-up,
(first prize in the understatement awards)
the faltering poise was a playing card estate
caught in the earthquake of mortified plates
the kind resting just beneath the surface
of hibernating thoughts...
and since fractured things congregate
the address has changed to 'junkyard boulevard'.
This is what happens when ambition smashes
into the rocks of reality; every penny dreadful
rag reads "Pride of the fleet swallowed by the sea!"
in headlines worth their weight in bronze covered
dreams...
"...today, from the lighthouse, survivors were seen
drifting out along the waves; away from the debris."
Seems that everyone wants to stampede away
in a herd of nightmares, gluttons salivating
over prime morsels of fear.
Every set of eyes open wide matches the vapid nature
of sudden experts on the subject of atrocity,
instructors in public universities eager to lecture
on the length of lament who know nothing so well
as the spacious interiors of their skulls
but try so hard to stuff them full with scraps
and crumbs and assorted sundries but nothing
at all resembling a point...
but even if they could the syllables would be
punctured by the thorny nature of idiocy
"...though the spectres patrolling the sea bed
declined to be interviewed,
one response haunts like a poltergeist;
'the goodly captain should've left the ship
and chanced it with the dinghy'". |
Submission Name: Orphan : Ocean View Mix
