A man reached into an orange sea,
maneuvered 'round fluffy sailing
ships and deep wave complexion;
pulled from it a message
corked within a glass bottle
from Boyhood.
Popped off the cork brown to a
scent of scorching wheat fields,
buzzing rubber, and
moist lawn residing in crumpled
paper.
A sniff or two led
ice caps to melt, diluting
the sea. dark blue bled pro-
fusely so he launched it towards
a gurgling cesspool of dreams.
YOU ARE READING
eggshells and adhesive tape
PoesíaThis is my first completed collection of poetry done entirely through wattpad (As I seem unable to do so on paper or anywhere else) which combines a number of my pervious works as well as new poetry created with the intention of filling this collec...
