Lobster’s Predicament
Lobster snails between
narrow avenues of sea
for the better part
of his life.
He refuses to seek
out the challenges
above him, numerous
opportunities that have sunk
too far down
to reach.
Routine is his manacle,
cocooned in a carapace
on top of the shell
he already bears.
Little does Lobster know,
that if he continues
on this path –
fails to swim –
stronger forces will encroach
upon his territory
and swallow him whole.
Archaic Town
A town where cabins
are propped up
on nails,
somber and plain,
leaving nothing
for the eyes
to behold or the mind
to construe.
Rusted station wagons
line the front lawn,
more rust than wagon –
browned the way fingernails
fade to yellow.
Everything that has been
manufactured remains
the same for generations,
dense in its inauthenticity.
Each monolith lacks
allegory, catastrophic.
No use holding on
to the possibility
of a new beginning
if we have seen it all before.
RESURRECTION mag 