Treasure Island

douglas scotney

(boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: XXXXXV: To What Purpose?


Humorous representations of life
(not the barely possible,
but
impossible scenarios,
like Baudelaire's labouring skeletons)
bear not just farce
but unjust resignation
in the face
of there being no guarantee
we won't live
for eternity.

Submitted: Sunday, May 05, 2013
Edited: Monday, May 06, 2013

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Le Squelette Laboureur

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  • Captain Cur (5/21/2014 7:44:00 AM)

    I will plant his flowers on my grave,
    as the skeletons dig the labourers wave,
    they are unionized I pray. (Report) Reply

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