***Dread & Jay's One Liners***
We're already on the Raft.
It's been days since we last seen
Hide, nor hair, nor feathered fiend,
Takers and rapers, the animals beneath.
Rolling up, rolling down,
I follow the Furies,
I drift this Ocean round.
Don't know quite when we left.
Don't know quite what comes.
Just know I can no longer handle
The creaking sound of my thumbs.
I had said to my friends, thor, heron and daryl
Back in Lima, in the hotel,
In the months of planning this hell:
We're already on the Raft
We've left already and things have gone sour
We've lost track of the world,
Lost years in an hour.
They laugh and tell me I’m crazy.
It will only take work, it’s not for the lazy.
But no, I tell them,
We're not here at all you see.
We're lost on that horizonless deep,
Far gone, far said, unfound, debris.
Where's the compass? I ask these men lying down.
Where's the sun? Where’s a cloud?
When was the last time
We left Night to the West,
Turned to brightening East,
And opened our eyes with the Day?
No when no where no time no thing.
I have only your friendly faces,
Skin drawn grins tight and smiling from your teeth.
I have only these sharks I pull thrashing from the deep.
What legends do we follow?
What god struck us thus?
Through what sea monster's maw
Have we been thrust?
We feed on it.
It feeds on us.
Question Jonah.
Question myself.
Question the sardines on the shelf.
Long rings trail after my hand,
That hangs weakly over the edge.
I know it follows.
It knows I know.
I’ll cut my skin and invite it in.
Come finally, come flow, come free
Take some part of this,
Take some part of me.
We’re already on the Raft.
You’ll see.
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(Read "Kon-Tiki")
7 comments:
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Ditto!
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love
josh
you are the poet lauriate of the Rock
who's that, cheesy?
k, i'll chime in, too, though i already let you know verbally what i think:
damn, that's pretty hardcore. images, feeling, images, death, destruction, water.
i laughed, i cried... well, i didn't so much laugh as i cried. wurd!
--Nostradumass
Stalking your vault... such a welcome place to float around in ;)
"Long rings trail after my hand,
That hangs weakly over the edge.
I know it follows.
It knows I know.
I’ll cut my skin and invite it in.
Come finally, come flow, come free
Take some part of this,
Take some part of me."
Hmmmmm... and two years from the day that you initially posted this, I will find you waiting in a some far off terminal. This 2yr old phrase seems so appropriate for the moment to come.
xx
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