Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Final Issue 2018
Moon In Perigee
C.R. Dobson

no … proxigee.

My whip switch tongue cat-got
amidst these littoral sublimities.

Stretched out, tentacle of beach.
Countless cuttlefish
languish upon my wettest tide spring.

Sea urchins quill from reservoirs of
their flickering

ink, ink, ink,

and mimeograph your starscape
upon my flat-ironed sea.

About C.R. Dobson

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