Anthony Burge Poems

The graveyard watch on a squid ink sea

I see the moon and the moon sees me
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Revolving light

Burning bright
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The fog crept twixt the stick straight trees

rolled low across the ground.
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I have been to that dark space where most would not dare.

Where the lost and forlorn go to shed all there cares.
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Fly my heart above the sea on cusp of broken wave

Salted down and waterlogged on albatross beak staved
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Cancel the light

come gorge on the dark
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I’m stuck in the mud and it’s holding me down
Can’t see through the mire and I can’t hear a sound
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A large Cod is backed into the galley

Lips agape his bottom jaw protruding
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I watch the mob as they amble on by

On bent crooked legs glassy dark chocolate eyes
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A kaleidoscope of shell grit coral sands

Grinds through my grasp as it leaks through my hands
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