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Drayton Harbor Tide Out

Better Large-Nightfall on the harbor at Drayton Harbor, Washington (Blaine). The lights of all the boats really lit up the water. The tide, being out, actually offered a lot more detail to the foreground than the outgoing water.

 

The Evening News (James Watkins)

 

Catalytic confrontations

Calculated crawl,

Embryonic isolations,

Future free-for-all.

 

Energetic exhortation,

Apoplexied brawl,

Catatonic saturation,

Isometric ball.

 

Egocentric salutation,

Fatalistic fall,

Megalithic mumbo jumbo,

Paganistic pall.

 

Pugilistic palpitation,

Excavated sprawl,

Perspiration aggravation,

Aspirated wall.

 

Ammunition malnutrition,

Superstition stall,

California concentrated,

Captivated thrall.

 

Bound and ground,

Then taken down,

By the very best-

With one more show

Worth watching,

And then we’re headed west.

 

Recreation generation,

By the book denomination,

Families filled with hesitation,

RVs racked for roaming.

 

Picking up the pieces,

Layed down on the land,

With wasted wealth and watersheds,

And regions raped by man.

 

Calibration castigations,

Asymmetric aberrations,

Guided tours with revelations,

Ratted out and ruined.

 

Catastrophic congregations,

Commutated castings,

Calvinistic computations,

Debonair and prancing.

 

Altruistic aspirations,

Stoned, bemoaned abbreviations,

Terrified with trepidations,

Gnomes long gone and gassed!

 

Honed and cloned then overthrown,

Granted one last wish-

Celebrated, then negated-

Dangling near the dish!

 

Partisan unprinciples,

In petrifying packs-

With news and views

And loop-de-loos,

And stab-‘em-in-the-backs.

 

Ready for the ruckus,

Sitting at the shrine,

Thought they really

Had the goods,

Now listen to the whine.

 

Thought they had it marketed,

Cornered and refined,

Around the town

The teaching wound,

Until they lost their mind.

 

Settling to the bottom,

They slid to lower ground,

Between the lines and valentines,

Some lost their Royal Crowns.

 

Terroristic tinkering,

Tumbling and tinkling,

Fundamental farkles,

Helpful and home grown.

 

Patriotic particles,

Hidden in the articles,

Compact and post partial,

Buried to the bone.

 

Vacuumed packed

And gunny-sacked,

Pre-segmented squalls,

Appalachian apparitions,

Headed to the malls.

 

Fevered and fantastic men,

Marching to the moon,

With masticating matriarchs,

In subcutaneous swoon.

 

Breasts blown up beautiful,

Complicated castings,

Fallen faces on the floor,

Mesmerized for masking.

 

Sacrificial sublimations,

Surrogates sublime,

Tetrahedral, analgesic,

Sentimental crimes.

 

Pawing, pungent prisoners,

Soothing, sexy swine-

Sows and cows and sinning sons,

Tasting tempting wines.

 

Navigation nuances,

Nuptials by Nair,

Feudalistic fragrances,

Held up with heavy hair.

 

Practical imbalances,

Factory unrepairs,

New wave cold and chemical friends,

Facts blown up with air.

 

Salivating swindlers,

Solo Simon says,

High-falutin prostitution,

Fixed up with the Feds.

 

Sports and courts and teasing torts,

Women going wild-

Dow Jones Average hemorrhage,

Help the homeless child.

 

Down the daunting highway,

Less than overnight,

Covering ground without a sound,

Filtered by first light.

 

Lazy lit up lethargy,

Loosed by lying lips,

Bought the farm in triplicate,

Then sailed a sinking ship.

 

Galvanizing garrisons,

Gathering at the line,

Pushed ahead though nearly dead,

They won it one more time.

 

Tested in the tumult,

On solid ground they stand,

Groping with the changer,

Positioned close at hand.

 

Nightly, brightly flickering,

Turn the clicker off-

Before you go,

Don’t miss the show,

An evening totally lost!

 

James Watkins (03-06)

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Taken on February 18, 2010