Posted 30.11.12 in Writing
The fishing boat dropped anchor into the clouds, balanced precariously on a skyscraper’s edge and rumbling a fog horn roar for help, he sang of such sweet false promises:
Mighty Seas, wash away my sins! Oh sea, come visit me at night! (a giant had drank it) and I will never live for want of salt again, nor mock the fish I hunted!
(and the fearsome giant man had salt sores upon his throat.
He purged water from rivers and great lakes to quench his thirst until the world became a desert – the little boat now a keepsake upon the giant’s belt – the red dusty air his ocean).
YPN team: Jack’s strange and powerful prose-poem is timeless and contemporary at once, making for an intriguing comment on human nature.
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