This is a circle poem, which means it is supposed to look like this.
Variation on a Theme
The mollusks know the difference between driftwood and gold, the secret scrap metal buried in Ketchikan -- from train, from tanker -- the rust metal & sand
Listen: salt sounds like sugar, but stranger, listen: there's an ocean sloshing there, listen: the dolphin, the sponge, listen: your blood might know tides
Ring around the moon, ring around the sea
Ear to seashell, to sand, to glass, to tin
Hellbent salmon, hellbent blackbear, hellbent eagle head-up-stream
I will build a totem of you, tall and telling of how
Run your mad math: no order: ask the sea: know order
Mood ring, moon ring
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I like this. I really don't know what to make of it as far as meanings go, but I like that too. erm.... I like the frantic sort of jumpy-subjectmatter. and how a lot of the words/phrases seem relate to each other but are used in sorta irregular ways, and I think you make the second half sound like some sorta incantation or something. It's nice to read something on here that's unique once in a while, 'cause this place seems to be a big creative abyss these days and all the good writers don't seem to post shit anymore.
good writing.. it's funny cause your stuff seems very non-generic.
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