Wednesday, September 9, 2009


AFTER/LIFE


The roiling black-ink cloud
consumes the moon and sky,
and I was laying on the beach
once, high, watching the sea gulls
peck at scraps, and realized,
“They’d be eating my eyes out,
if I were dead!”
I guess we’re not so alone, after all…

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is the first of Jon Sanborne's poems I've read, but by no means the last--they connected to me like a plug to a socket, and I read more and more and more of them, growing ever more amazed. They're magnificent.

The artwork of Andrew Kavanagh is sublime, pure and simple.

Andrew Kavanagh said...

Thanks for da compliments!

Monsters