no wait till september

[eelster]

No wait till September:

Jelly fish stings on swollen
hip bones, got no where to go,
nothing to do, just a walkabout
back through-
always imagined it
weight next to weight,
hand in hand,
the ocean taking its time
to grab hold of this
molded mountain of words
that just run aimlessly now-
can feel the sense of pushing
backward, can feel the urge
to run against it,
but stand still,
starring
blank across the blue,
not noticing the sun melting
reflections on the naïve fins,
wondering just how long till
the sky falls, the trees
die, the earth ends-
no one feels a thing at all;
this starts again.