Treasure Island

Aeronius D. McCoy

(December of '83, Year of the Swatch™ / aboard the flying gunship Reagan)

Spoken Eyes


Everything spoken with eyes
Forgets meaning
Semantic tableaux drifted 'way
It's in these most precious
That wild vines grow,
Strangulating that without mercy

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014

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  • Ed Nigma (7/4/2014 2:32:00 AM)

    Nice what I gather was everything we see we forget as it slips into are subconscious mind. That there is something always taking the life of a good thought and pushing it into a memory we may or may not remember but more than likely forget. Either way I liked the flow it in it's small frame. Nicely done. Allan Gerard~ (Report) Reply

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