Waves By Brightness Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Bunched
and wasted
sets of waves.
Breezes blowing
fish bone skeletons
in ever-rising rings…
Enough of this you think
you; trapped in brown sound
and no one, is around to save you.
The earth looks away. She sees the
worth, and decides; to let you burn
your last pinner! Alright! Thoughts
are quickly refreshed of death. And
you press on in the forgetting what it
is that you are forgetting; to forget.
With a languid leer, you turn over
those fish skeletons circling
your soul, and breathe in the
bubbles of a lifetime's moral
protests, amidst the callousness
of blackening; roach burned finger!
As flushing flames, of roiling heat so
steal from your lungs; the sweet leaf
of permanently long gone essence.
Those bones are now bludgeoning
at your conscious desperation, and
pain that you allow yourself to feel.
Then, your rejuvenation evaporates
and is completely brought forth
in waves, by brightness.