Michael's Fáilte

Welcome to these writing warmups, blatherings, rantings, meditations, perorations, salutations, latest and those on time, those narrative, declarative, interrogative, gollywogative and other outdated, belated, simulated musings, perusings, shavings and other close calls, with no disrespect intended, that's why no real names included whenever impossible to avoid the guilt that came in the crib for uttering something that would hurt or injure those in authority, being of everlasting servitude to all and sundry, having chosen the road not taken and the frost on the pumpkin long before the kettle turned black or the cat found its own tail fascinating,
Your humble servant, etc.

The island writes in fire and steam each morning on the pages of the sea

The island writes in fire and steam each morning on the pages of the sea
Lava Meets Ocean. Lynx, Starboard Side. Day 2.Early Morning, July 8 2006, Looking for Flashes off Chain of Craters, Big Island

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Trash Mermaid


Trash Mermaid

On the beach this
morning's murder
of crows. Rocking
their black numbers

where froth and turbulence
reveals food
wearing shells
crustacean clues

perhaps their group
deception is no crime
merely passion for
misleading information

picked-through
candy wrappers
and other trickery
of human rubbish

bottle tops entire mermaids
objet trouvé washed ashore
in the beachcomber tradition

pre-assemblage.
Last seen hanging
on a wall in 
Breakers Café.

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