BOKETTO ON THE CONEY ISLAND PIER

by on January 23, 2022 :: 1 comment

Boketto
on the Coney Island Pier

&
waiting for the first snow

alone
in this barren place I taste the oceanic solitude

&
inhale the vacant universe & the cosmic breath of the Ultimate Nothingness

&
now I dream & gaze mindlessly into the Void where a vast desolation eats my brain

in
Covid time

Boketto
on the Coney Island Pier

&
drifting through the chimerical snow I vanish into a dream a fugitive from the Un-Reality

of
the eerie earth & its unspeakable secrets & the Self growing in me-transmogrified & alien

editors note:

Take a long stare into what you’ll be somewhen, somewhere. – mh clay

Comments 1

  1. Marie Higgins

    I learned a new word, actually two! I guessed boketto to be an ethnic food, looked it up, and realized the definition is in the poem. The fresh phrase “a vast desolation eats my brain” resonates.

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