Poem in a bottle

This,

Could flash across
, a blink of a
cliche

In hand before
you’ll finish that
sneeze

The instant world

A quick response
, satisfies your
needs

Almost,
before the shell returns,
empty

So no,
I’ll pause
for thoughts

Place those gathered, slowly
in a bottle, glass
No more plastics
, pollute the sharks

Then,
to the murky soup below
throw hard from the pier
where
a hundred years or so
on some far off beach,
bleached
by the Tasman Sea
when I’m gone, long,
my thought
still bobbing along
waiting,
for the one,

Young bronze, torso bare
wild, flowing hair, a discreet
tattoo, delicate touch, showing
just a hint,
sliced his toe
on my shipwrecked lines
the curse, undeserved
But I’m sorry nonetheless
for the rock,
that changed my complex
muse to mush

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