Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Day 10...

Home is the sailor, home from the sea:

(You used the word twice, Houseman. I'm taking 10 points off.)



Waterlogged

The sea is my true (and secret) home
the fluid gravity makes even a walrus graceful
In fact, size helps the ocean goer.

Home is where we feel ourselves, yes?
Swimming in circles, a water rat on a nautical wheel
My sibilance is stolen, sabotaged

You're never as smart as you think you are, missy.

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