Crowd Control
Poem: When everyone else disappears
Can water damage get into the bones?
Soak through, harden tears to thrones
The skill of swimming is to sink
Sideways with salt in the blink
Get less excited about shells than phones
Handfuls of ocean, whiffs of life, words’ whetstones
Four heartbeats and a scent to drink,
Counting details like ices that clink
Words are drops, waters, clones
Everyone tries movies or ice cream cones
Ignore the math walls. It gets hard to think
The edge of a smile is a brink
It’s safer to joke about websites and groans
There’s water damage in a culture of moans
Fenced expectations are chain and link
This isn’t an orchestra of pink
You can hear a pin drop, I could forget about thrones
We are electric, we invented phones
Everyone assumes it’s the heart at the brink
But it’s the spread of frost, the unparted whole, the link
About the Creator
Matthew Daniels
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