Treasure Island

James Merchant


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Honey Melon


I drink round at the lid
As September peeks a weary eye
At my indecency barely hid
You buy my tie

I guess it makes me look so formal
If the hedgehog hatched his shadow
A business tie wouldn't hurt
Until I met my maker

He's a solemn maker
With honey melon eyes
From all the chaos
That churns to a satisfactory pulse

Submitted: Saturday, April 07, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, June 12, 2012

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  • Michelle Claus (6/14/2014 9:19:00 AM)

    Sounds like a life tainted by alcoholism; I detect sorrow and detachment from living. Intriguing composition, though I feel awfully saddened by it. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Patrick (6/16/2013 3:25:00 PM)

    I really like this its short but its well thoughtful and has great choice of words very dynamic. (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (6/14/2012 4:37:00 AM)

    From the fig leaf to a tie to hide our indecency,
    we are born naked to the world and our spirit will
    return naked to our maker. Not sure if this was
    your meaning but I liked the last two lines.
    Thought provoking poem. Good write. (Report) Reply

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