requiems in the sand…

 

i’ve started writing
my new poems on the beach
words briefly exist
like the lives of those they speak
voiceless souls trapped in man’s games

 

with our deepest apologies…

this
is
somewhat
embarrassing
but
several
of
your self-portraits
have
been
destroyed
or
significantly
damage
you may recall
the one
of you
saving
the world
it would appear
that image
has faded
our restoration staff
has determined
that the damage
has been caused
by environmental factors
too many
pollutants
shall we say
and
the one
of you
standing with
with your
soul-mate
has ripped
right down
the center
we suspect
a lustful moth
as the causative agent
for this situation
further
the painting
of you
standing by
the fountain
of youth
has begun
to dry
and show
wrinkles
in some
rather
conspicuous
spots
around the lips
and eyes
along with some
graying of
colors
sadly
restoration
will not
be
possible