WORDS
in a swirling grave where leaves dance
air sparkles
sunshine swims
settling in a gravel of clouded dust
reds blues greens dart a
way away
rubbery arms bunch and unfurl, bunch and unfurl, body
thins and stretches in a skeletal maze
gracefully
one lone predator hangs : doom
teeth glisten
bulging tips of vacuum limbs dotted spotted white-orange black
sucks the sides, oozes gently, lazily unfolds and creeps along
loose like manes of a water-nymph
on the forest floor
silently settles, syrup light thickens on the forest floor
curls along the edges of a broken bottle, a slipper or two
and one pair of goggles from sydney
whispers past unblinking eyes
veiled mirrored in halves beaked inked
spilling tomb rumbles resonates engines stop net sweeps and q-
uick as a flash
in a grave
in a wave
in a castle
in a bottle
in a boot
o c t o p u s
ART
This poem was written by a person who really likes to procrastinate (me). The artwork, which I ADORE, was done by the equally adorable Delaney, our very old friend.
