Until Water Burns

Are they there again?

With you again?

The cowardly Monday gulls?

With their bully-bandit masks

And shifty glass dead-focus eyes;

Screaming their doubts and

Hollow-intelligence mockery,

Flinging yellow-grey shit at

Your beautiful heart?

For what it’s worth

I will be on your side,

By your side,

One way or another,

Until water burns

Spontaneously.

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3 thoughts on “Until Water Burns

  1. Funny that I misread “shifty” in line 5 as “shitty.” I think I was expecting that profanity and then…there it is in line 8, and “yellow-grey” no less.
    Great piece. Stalwart railing on another’s behalf.

  2. ankita says:

    Beeseeker, your words are always picturesque..beautiful..

  3. this is wickedly passionate poetry,,
    this passage really hit home;

    And shifty glass dead-focus eyes;
    Screaming their doubts and
    Hollow-intelligence mockery,

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