Monday 17 May 2010

Sense Life

The farcry
ranges out
wades not
oceanic oxide
parasite foam
there diver
death culminates
you asphyxiate

the foamy frills
a worker's parallel
curves into
tentacles
and worms

no,
water
is free

life endures
exotic replenishes

1 comment:

Al-poeta said...

I like the way the poem altogether appears on the page. It looks like a thin wine glass. Perhaps that has something to do with the idea of sensing life.