Treasure Island

Sebastian Soberania

(1/23/65 / new york)

An Early Morning Feeling

in circles the feet move
around another circle
all hands are chain-links
all head without eyes
around a big campfire
they gather

the drums stop
and they all sit down
in strict discipline of their senses
none sees desire
naked like trees without leaves
naked like rocks without moss or ferns
barks without lichens
naked like a sea without boats
horizon without birds or gulls
naked like a darkness without stars
all true
heads shaved of any lock of hair
gum without teeth
a hand imagine
without those fingers
naked like a paper without words
like a road without cars or people

there is no romance in there
a painting without a signature
chests devoid of hearts
a house without furniture
feet without skin
just bones

Submitted: Friday, September 02, 2011
Edited: Saturday, September 03, 2011
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