Entry On Seashells

they stripped and ran for the ocean
but no one wants to but rarely go past the pier
without their feet secure on sand
and their nose in the air
in the sweet scent of automobile exhaust
and fried foods from local restaurants

up late and alone like the sea
the fish in the tank of the hotel lobby
they get only but a peck at the glass
and a big, small world to look out at

people appear singular
their face under stars and dark sky
the moon’s reflection on miles of water
being swallowed by land that could swallow us all
counting our clocks’ ticktocks
and seconds of breath held under swimming pool surfaces
how our purchases are being chased and making of us
the wadded dollar family business
and evening out in the open clouded eye of a naive public

Entry On Seashells

alsounknownas

Joined March 2011

Artist's Description

one of two or three
or three of five
written on jan. 21st, 2012
originally by typewriter

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