MARINA GIPPS

Rookie (Chicago, Illinois)

MARINA GIPPS Poems

241. October Home 11/13/2005
242. Planet Of Six 11/12/2005
243. A Day At The Pink Beach 11/12/2005

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A Day At The Pink Beach

An umbrella being dragged at the day's end.

A seagull churns its wings,
avoiding sunlight,
the hard flight of Icarus.

Pink swimsuits blown in the wind,
in search of due course.

Time is needy, a bronzed babe walks by, a regular
statue of Liberty, her flesh turning to
green palor as the water cools.

In this empty beach dream of deepening sky,
the wet Kremlin and White House

are eroded as our childless hopes.

An old woman collects
seashells-caverns of poverty
to be sold to our deaf ears.
The ocean roars of stolen property.

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Scapegoat

Unquestioning,
of sleeping herd mentality,
I spread the human better
with that masquarading knife
of a wino's deaf, sad tolerance.

You confidante,
I cannot stand
your pizza, wine, and breath.
The way you blow zeros
brings grey to the sleeping lamb
of my overturned back.

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