Friday, August 10, 2018

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