A Poem by Christoph

I walked down to the ocean
alone. When she left,
the sky was bruised over and sinking.
I took off my clothes,
showed myself to the sea.
Waited for the whales to start singing.
I could never sleep soundly
alone. My mind rent,
sending out tendrils like beacons.
Holed up in a box
with a bottle of brown,
waiting for a change in the season.
There were nine of us waiting
alone. When she left,
there was dutiful drinking and dancing.
When the music stopped playing
we took off our masks.
Nine strangers discussed refinancing.
I walked down to the ocean,
alone. My mind rent,
broadcasting songs for the orca.
I took off my clothes,
showed myself to the sea,
and a lodestar emerged from Europa.

© 2019 Christoph

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I have two stepbrothers that no longer speak with each other, one gave part of his liver to save his mother the other refused to visit her in the hospital... as you might imagine it was not a pleasant funeral. Money is a poor replacement for effort and time but even a more lacking element to family for reasons I will never understand somehow they get mixed money will never be my god nor my love they don't belong in the same family:(

Posted 1 Year Ago

The funeral of a loved one and, with family who are concerned for the inheritance of the household and behaving as phonies. You drink and want to be alone but can't get away from reality, you go for a walk at night on the beach and skinny dip to take some fashion of control.

This is how I see it and it hits home for me. Very very good with some strange imagery, that I don't understand but feels right.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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whales are the most efficient form of travel to lunar mooners all over this gravity bowl

Posted 1 Year Ago

this is very good, unfortunate if it was a real event.
I read quite a few of your pieces (have not read you previously) and for what it's worth, I don't think you 'need' the images, there is more than enough 'meat' in this piece to easily stand on its own but certainly, images make things a bit more interesting

Posted 1 Year Ago

we can be writers with many masks and sometimes cover up the honesty with one.
but this is no frills...this is getting down to the bare truth, literally...
showing oneself to the sea and its creatures and being accepted for who we are.
unfortunately we have to put our clothes back on to return to real life...and again, keep those masks handy....
love that phrase "my mind rent"---
really strong piece of writing....i like the picture it paints....and prefer just the poetry to do that....but as a separate, i really appreciate your art as well...

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Oh my, what a picture this paints... and you did it without a painting this time! XD

I hope to never have the chance to experience this, though of course we all do, but you make dark moments something beautiful...

Posted 1 Year Ago

you were sad so, you showed a whale your penis. this is just the kind of constructive adult behavior i can get behind.

it sounds like this is about a funeral so, maybe i shouldn't make jokes about it then. i think it's very nice.

but, the rhythm is like a limerick. is it just me?

Posted 1 Year Ago

A beautiful, wistful piece of writing. So visual, I could see that walk into the ocean , and I was anticipating hearing the sounds of whales singing. The lodestar making an entrance to guide you. Although this is a sad piece I felt that this wasn't a goodbye. You would receive direction and you would walk out of the water a wiser man. Lovely work.


Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on November 26, 2019
Last Updated on November 26, 2019



Vancouver, BC, Canada

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