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Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
I am alive on the water
Six days on land
I clean pots and toilets and fold wet tents
You are captive along with other captives who have the same ambitions and dreams
The sky sets a brilliant chrome behind dark viridian conifer trees
There is little for me on land accept for skipping rocks and the blood thirsty insects
The black flies turn your ears into mystery meat
And the mosquitos plunge there needles into you while your trying to take a poop in a hole
Some have been known to fall in.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
Six days on land
I clean pots and toilets and fold wet tents
You are captive along with other captives who have the same ambitions and dreams
The sky sets a brilliant chrome behind dark viridian conifer trees
There is little for me on land accept for skipping rocks and the blood thirsty insects
The black flies turn your ears into mystery meat
And the mosquitos plunge there needles into you while your trying to take a poop in a hole
Some have been known to fall in.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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