#1705 - after the flood

1705

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after the flood

(submarineway)

or

NY postdiluvian

a dystopic

 

still the riding the rust

grey rock

and in your face as well

 

a deep dive

space walk almost

downstairs cloud

 

because they rose against us

 

the algae, green lines

bright fish if lit

from all the seas

 

and after the electric moment

that’s everybody in the chair

the city up a puff

 

those bones of the event still there

of the tipping time it was

a Halloween for the ages

 

for downtown take the stairs

 

snorkel and goggles

great works from museum basements afloat

or as in amber verdigris

 

still the capital of the world

these skyscrapers are piers

 

under Wall Street

aquabulls, aquabears

the crocodiles and the sharks still screening

 

some of us sign with a bubble

most of us go down

and further in the Davey Jones’

 

wouldn’t come up from this maze

you’d get the bends

 

I’m telling you this

but it’s really you had to be there

 

that’s prophecy!

one must see by one’s own light

 

the next stop is

stand clear

doors are closing now

 

the ask me what stroke

 

I say ‘freestyle’

then add for the sake of translation –

‘a little Australian crawl’