In a plaster sea- published…

I feel the bottom with an anchor root:
It is what I fear
I listen for its shadows echoing
In stucco waves
White person that I am
Hated like a dead body
With yellow bones.

I am drowning, scared, rowing in a blue boat
Pacifist with a head of stone,
Unbreakable, but with complaints:
I will never warm up in a sea tin white,
Arsenic sunset, poisoned horizon,
Scorches my hands, burns them barren;
Flakes into pieces to feed buckets of fish.

I have become more absent-minded
More offish: criticizing them, criticizing me;
Secretly I am becoming a half-corpse
With a pargeting face, hardened into a row,
Coffined to a plaster sea
Waves carbon paper black, loitering tombs
Stalk me in a dream,

Nightlong, in a granite yard
Cliffed above the shoals:
Howling wind creeping up on me, vapors
Into my skin like a disease;
And everywhere people riding into church
Perishing one by one,
They will never miss me.

Copyright © 12/04/18 lance sheridan®

In a plaster sea- tb pub. in Spillwords 12-03

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