1 hour ago
only a driftwood cabin by
a sunny sea somewhere–
no storms, a little evening fog, nights
crowded with cool stars
draw a crab’s spent claw across
the dunes’ unmarked white sand
underfoot, finding firmness
the waves will soon erase
and inside, desiccated
by salt wind, no book of psalms
or numbers, three-view plans of objects
with dimensions grown
irrelevant from long disuse
no angle on the page
to merge with fading ink and brush
forgetful fingertips--
but now no key-strung words produce
that cool-seductive place
of surface vision, shores of no return
find me the same.
--
or whatever
yknow like just let the images speak, there are some bangers
great sound all over the place
a sunny sea somewhere–
no storms, a little evening fog, nights
crowded with cool stars
draw a crab’s spent claw across
the dunes’ unmarked white sand
underfoot, finding firmness
the waves will soon erase
and inside, desiccated
by salt wind, no book of psalms
or numbers, three-view plans of objects
with dimensions grown
irrelevant from long disuse
no angle on the page
to merge with fading ink and brush
forgetful fingertips--
but now no key-strung words produce
that cool-seductive place
of surface vision, shores of no return
find me the same.
--
or whatever
yknow like just let the images speak, there are some bangers
great sound all over the place

