Monday, November 27, 2006 8:44 PM
Tuesday, 28th November 2006
Have you ever walked on the beach in the mid-summer night
with a slight breeze coming in off the water biting your skin
and cooling the sweat from your brow
as you feel the delicate shells crunch under your feet
that are never dry for the waves roll over them gently
leaving white foam clinging to you like the traces of dream
that sleep leaves with you when you wake
and watch the boats pass by with their distant lights
with your hand wrapped tightly around the hand of someone you love
only to realize
that the water is blood and the foam it leaves behind
stains your feet a dark red which are darker still
from the bones not shells that you are walking on
and glance at the one you love to gain comfort
only to see that you are walking with the devil?
This is the Hate Poems dedicated to my big fat obnoxious Division Manager, Mr Jayson.
