the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Tropical Iceberg

Alone as a chilled drinks on the rocks of Galapagos,
An iceberg off shore of the tropical coast,
A dash of salt among a powder keg of chili powder,
An embrace amidst of war as the canons become louder,
My love is a drop of contact solution in a salty sea.
You are my sole help as the bright light can be
Above the table of operation where someone just died,
Rolled in, doped, you close your eyes, stupefied.
feeling alone


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