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the beach was black that summer night
we were staring at the sea
you turned to talk & found me laughing
what fools we mortals be
the buildings soared above our heads
the wind blew off the sea
the flames were silent when they came
they warmed us---you & me
the pier-it shook with wooden might
& cast shadows on the sea
i held your hand---you touched my hair
i trembled at the knee
the city fell like Babylon
& crashed into the sea
we witnessed this but we stood still
just the embers, you & me
brighton fell that fateful night
and debris graced the sea
yes, she fell with pride and grace
and with her, so did we
[but we still]
whisper of summer, salt & flame
while buried by the sea
-a.sanjari.
his hands
must have shaken
yesterday
beads of sweat may
or may not have
clustered
around his eyes.
one hand
outweighed
the other:
lead weight
maybe he heard shouting
maybe it was his
maybe it was quiet
maybe :
he was still
he hurt more
[than us]
more
than melodrama
allowed
RIP Derek Paul Hicks.
22 January 1983-2 April 2007
you will be missed.
i wish i could find a tone
nonchalant enough to tell you
how much i wish you'd never
have let go.
in such a casual manner
to where the words would
strike you but i would hear
no verbal counter.
to where you'd wonder
how much of you is
still inside of me & dare
to ask.
after which i would reply
the tide does not vanish
seaside stones but turns them to
glittering sand.
Credits: Dave April for Photography
wet grass brushes my ankles in
an attempt to wash off guilt
from my supporting features.
he asked with his hands if i liked
to hurt. i said "yes mister but make it
quick. i have appointments to keep."
sunrises & pollutants go hand in
hand. it only makes sense that which is
capable of beauty is capable of murder.
-28 march 2007-
Credits: Dave April for Photography.
