Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.



In silt and sand

awaiting the thellasic

lick of high water,

flaccid buoys

– tethered to mark

the edge of aphrodisiac

beds – rise in time

for the smack

and dredge.


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This entry was posted on January 29, 2019 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , .
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