We are the blue of a rhythmic ocean,
Lapping up shores of tiny islands.
Wetting our tastebuds
With mineral gems speckled
Among the soil of warm land.
Consuming all into aqueous;
The layers of epochs geographic.
Every drop holds a map of the earth.
Tastes like dinosaurs and dust -
Crystallizing in our bodies.
As we are of water,
with only the will to consume.
We thirst for more,
As we laze about
like braided trickles on salt flats,
And hallucinate velociraptors in pink visors
With open button-down shirts.
Dressed as pool boys,
They serve platters of plastic cups,
glimmering brightly in the sun.
One hands me an exotic drink -
Black with rainbow sheen.
Finally, the cure to my ailments.
Fossilizing my reptilian brain;
Channels flowing with salt grains.
All that’s left of me
is atmospheric water vapour
And immunity to pain.
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Kali Mailhot
hobby poet always looking for new things to write about.
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Comments (1)
Kali... This is a beautiful brilliant poem. I totally understood everything you wrote yet at the same point there was a lot of mystery and symbolism that had me thinking. This was a good poem because it got to my intellect and into my emotions.