Drift
By Vacant Dragon à la Subverted Lips, Nicole Smede
Published 27 June 2024
Some days you have to walk a long way out
to get beyond the shallows
Does anyone remember their first time?
Skin in the sand, footprints of strangers
The factory smoke behind the dunes
a second cousin of cloud and thought
Active metal flows down to the service road
night shift blurs to morning, the sun breaks
There are a lot of spurned dog shits today
care extends as far as one can't be seen
The Jehovahs aren't up on pamphlet Hill
perhaps the world is ending in new ways
Industry creeks bleed out on the shore
it’s too flat to worry about the state of the world
Lately, I've been watching a lot of shark videos
underneath great whites are apex dreams
If a shark turned up in our urban cafe habitats
(but they won’t, they've got enough on their plate)
Rock platforms extend the ways we walk on water
today I leave them to oystercatchers and terns
There is always a piece of driftwood on its own
let's merge with it, today it is too damp to burn
Footnote: this poem was created using the Double act constraint as the starting point.