Only broken text:a poem

Only broken text
Lost lake to shore transmissions.

by Mike Marcellino



Only broken text,

lost lake to shore transmissions.

Lake waters lap

curl on rock shores -

text a la Erie.

Thoughts rush,

tangled,

only broken by

faint far away whistles,

trains, an other

muffled sounds, like

a motorboat skims, east

across the waters

of the lake called Erie

wet carpet of molten silver

tinted in placid black.


On the horizon

ozone circle,

light brown

crescent clouds,

copper-orange

with gold lace -

A single engine plane

sputters

east across the early morning blue sky,

instantly broken

by a dog's bark.

A single gull

floats

on silver blue waters,

the sight of flight

amazing,

flapping,

gliding

slowly across the waters

of the lake called Erie,

encircled,

ringed

covered

by an endless, murky

light brown clouds

hanging

on the horizon,

tinted

contamination orange.

Only broken text,

lost lake to shore transmissions.

Click

clack

click

text messages

words flashing

to California

from sunup

in northern Ohio.



Only broken text,

lost lake to shore transmissions.

No signal

from the waters

of the lake called Erie.
Looking for signs,

signals,

cell systems,

piercing cries from the heavens.



Copyright by Mike Marcellino 2009 Only broken text: lost lake to shore transmissions.