The flesh canoe
departed
the minute he unzipped
the jeans she was moored to
and slid his hands
along the gunnels.
With that his small, elongated fish
made headway.
Yeah, enter. maybe
the coastal waters are freezing
this time of year but I hear tell
it's warm as hell
as you approach
the North Sea.
Vikings say you get to heaven faster
when you burn but really, I think
they just could've used the warmth.
A contest entry
- flesh canoe by the atlantic.
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Comments
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Wow! The imagery worked for me, and I love the thought of getting warmer as you approach the North Sea. push/pull.
The final stanza - your usual ironic bite, that leaves unsettling pictures of corpses rubbing their hands together...
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funny
Maybe so. Don't know too much about this flesh canoe but always hoping to learn,
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