Treasure Island

F W Finney


On A Rock By The Sea


Finger bridge
shaking atlas
holding up a chin with a toy revolver

You can't count clouds
on days like these

The red pen fell
with mousetrap
snap
rolled in its sleep
on the rocks
by the breakers

countless weeping lunatics
screaming for attention

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014

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This poem first appeared in Tight (Guerneville, California, USA) Volume 6, Number 3, in September 1995. It also appears in Fragments from the Smoked-Glass Elephant Bank.

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