07 January 2009

one port, no storm

a dinosaur sea stretched
not quite as far as
the eye could see

al chewed the scenery
said it was he, invented all
the armor in the armory

the night got old
our lungs had charred to dust
we drank in the cold

every night a new
finger in an open wound, in
retrospect it's all we knew

and time elapsed
and nothing ever changed
we made new maps

but never left the port of call
and the dinosaur sea dried up
and ennui killed us all

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