A deep profound sadness crept over me as a fog
and this blanket is all I have to keep warm
I sleep where shadows blow through the muddy bog
soggy earth my mattress in the storm
Cypress and lily, charcoal dreams of crows
A mouth full of ants in swamp grass
A draft blows through worm holes
sending shivers through raising bubbles of gas
Bloated, a floater, face down in the slime
dissected by all that's small
foundation black, base of grime
makeup for the Swamp night's ball
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- Comment from author about the poem: When in graduate school I had a friend who had a part time job picking up bodies for a mortuary. He said the worst were the floaters.
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And I thought you were simply camping alone, this is brilliant dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thank you Teddy yes I've done my share of camping but I thought that this encampment would be a little more permanent. I so appreciate the kind words and encouragement friend.
I saw one once, when I was about 18, being gaffed from their boat, by the police.
A quick glance as I covered my girlfriends eyes.
It keep flashing in my mind, a bad trip.
Sorry to evoke that indelible impression. Thanks for the read and the comment. It is most appreciated.
I'd prefer to think of this as a simple case of being in the shit, Soren.
Any further contemplation of this work leads me down pathways I'd rather not traverse....
Rich In (too much?) detail. A guarded thanks....
Thanks Dave for the read. Don't take that path follow the light.
Will do, Sir.
Ahh, a reminder of KP, with her botox - bloated! lol.
What of the make up Orchi did that come through? Thanks for the read and smile.
I live by the River Thames. Quite frequently bodies of the drowned are pulled out of the waters. We also have a boat and use the river. I always have a fear of coming across a dead body by the banks. Scary stuff with all that build up of gases. Can’t be pleasant for the recovery team. Very visual. The graphics are building up in my mind . You have penned this very creatively.
Thank you Cassie for the read and the most interesting comments. I appreciate your kind words.
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