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Drowning Lessons
Gleaming, glistening, clear water screaming,
I can see hairs surface to air that licks the river,
as the bubbled-breaths grow thinner, dimmer.
Next to the bench where you slept, steering touchy summer bliss,
it wasn't the river undergrowth that let it let you end like this.
He ate you and bate you, with seedy river bathing,
you saw women- that wonder-
your salt-water plaything.
You counted fifths, he counted to 10
and you paddled on your knees,
bowing,
always bowing.
Perhaps, begging,
if you please.
Weeded tying -underlying,
as the faintness smells of water,
thirsty dying, blind-mans crying,
cleanest, slow-running spring time slaughter.
I can see hairs surface to air that licks the river,
as the bubbled-breaths grow thinner, dimmer.
Next to the bench where you slept, steering touchy summer bliss,
it wasn't the river undergrowth that let it let you end like this.
He ate you and bate you, with seedy river bathing,
you saw women- that wonder-
your salt-water plaything.
You counted fifths, he counted to 10
and you paddled on your knees,
bowing,
always bowing.
Perhaps, begging,
if you please.
Weeded tying -underlying,
as the faintness smells of water,
thirsty dying, blind-mans crying,
cleanest, slow-running spring time slaughter.
Published 24th Jun 2012
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26th Oct 2012 6:04am
what I took from this poem.
A little boy saw some women bathing naked in a river or perhaps a inlet. He hid in the water and drowned. his body now floats in the bowing position, tangled in the reeds.
A little boy saw some women bathing naked in a river or perhaps a inlet. He hid in the water and drowned. his body now floats in the bowing position, tangled in the reeds.
