Poetry in the Water - Seaberg Acrobatic Poetry

POETRY IN THE WATER

Lapping the legs
Wet leggings of joy
Don't go begging
There to annoy
Neither let
Nor let go
Label it slime
or H2O
But hold your tongue.

Tongues are touching
So limber and soft
Tapping the teeth
underneath
and aloft
flipping on laughing lips.

Bands play
where thee wet pets meet.
Seashells on wobbly
feet
Bob in the clay.

What does Bob in the
clay say?
I think with my head
above water.
The air saturated
witht steam
I sing as a travelling
seashell
in a travelling salty bay
inside a brackish dream.
I don't know
if the shores rise
or recede.
I come from below.

No. I live inside.
I get worm eggs
for breakfast,
eat and hide.
This puddle is vast.
I lead a good life
in my natural cast.

Do a few laps
while your mouthorgan
raps,
you tongue-tied
Beast in a cast
at least not the last
as the first will be
when the paralyzed pop
and the blind may see.

Ronnog Seaberg

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