On Carinus bridge
There is a swirl beneath your feet
the world as you know it
licks your toes with lapping
tongues of white foam.
Between beggars and braggarts
you divide your time
but they will be gone
and feathered adornments
will soil your ramparts
in homage to oblivion.
O waters be still, be still enough
to let the traffic pass unhindered
mindless of its own din
let the wind kiss you as tenderly
as loss allows
in moments of unyielded desire
and cold rages.
The calming effect of breakwater rubble
never allows such coldness and anger
to pass with abandon
and life will unceasingly begin and end
with the same intensity as it always has.
There are no bridges between the present
and the future, only a bridge between two points
in the here and now.
So let the tongues of foam
round their taste on your toes
in grudging supplication,
tomorrow their revulsion will surge forth
like a rusty barrel
buoyed by the floods of unthought and ingratitude.
This poem was written by Orpheus . on Feb 28, 2008.
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