F W Finney


On A Rock By The Sea - Poem by F W Finney

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


Poet's Notes about The Poem

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.

Comments about On A Rock By The Sea by F W Finney

  • Gold Star - 45,954 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/21/2013 2:03:00 AM)

    countless weeping, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014


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