Saturday, December 15, 2018

11,397. BY THE RIVER OF CLAY

BY THE RIVER OF CLAY
There's a pouch with gold in it,
right over there. Must have washed 
up in a Madagascar dream. Is it yours?
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I shudder to think of this boat going 
down. These natives are tasteless and
brutal  -  spears dangling from their noses.
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Do you think I am fated to die here?
Oh American God I hope not.

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