The problem with today’s writers

A box got washed up
on the shore
placed in a bowl
protected by water.
No hole.
Water could not sink in.
On the inside of the bowl
a cardboard box,
filled with clothes
and letters.
Hearts as i-dots.
Got slime on the fingers,
parody worthy material
but the signs stuck out
liked the theme.
Curious
weaseling through the finding
what was found
was
what connected two people
– used time
and two person business.
Boring mostly.
A monument of love
open at sea,
Not even sharks
would touch that
blood-filled
bowl of plastic.
I took there stuff and made a
fire with it.
It got cold at nights
alone on this island.
I had to get out of here.
The fish grates
I broke;
I made
improvised fish hooks out of them.
Out of the thickest bones
I had on hand.
The smoke of the burning fire
smelled like
ink,
letter paper and pathetic desperationsweat
I can’t really be stranded here
for how many months.
I can’t tell
and hungry for flies
and Methamphetamine
I got in a hood
on an island
and fish for my own need of food.
I don’t like fish.
I was not born at a city
located at the sea
I never lived somewhere
but I knew how to fish.
I just knew.
In trees
I carved symbols
couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it.
Was fun
at first.
living on an island
being alone on a dot;
living dot
of green
in an ocean of blue.
But here is the thing.
Did you ever live
on an island
for more than
two months?
It is not exactly
a beach resort.
Bloody hell,
it rains a lot.
And I don’t even
know
who I am writing this
to.
I seem to have turned
mad.
Putting a message in
a bottle
and letting it
swim in the open sea.
Even though
now I know
I enjoy actually;
having enough trees
to eventually hang
myself here.
Enough leaves
to make
a solid rope.
And once in a while
tourist boats pass
by;
anchor
and at night
the island turns bitter cold.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close