It's become the sea,
Locked rest rooms along the way --
The grass knows I am human
And appreciates I try,
Though our strict roles keep us
Striving to be fair, apart in equilibrium,
With our one good side weighed, of course,
In our direction, for it's what you put forth,
The slick voodoo jive juice of your uselessness
That determines your worth,
That lifts your jib to the cursed cruise
And your presence occludes,
Gull feathers at your shoes.
All the words that come in from the surf
Find a frequency free in chaos to choose --
The waves increase in ascendant light
Though the worlds of the wind are still harsh,
Waves piling spirals to the ground, they rise and fall
With a tentative figure of your shape, your resemblance
To the whole, the ever pull
Of what may not be the moon at all.
The gentle observance of sunrise
Brought to the gatherers
Awe at what translucent morning
Calls forth to be forgiven
When the sun shines from the east side,
Where terror and prayer are more direct,
Even now as old rigidities stiffen and give way
To new water where whispergrass was a myth,
Or at least give respite from the hard harrow bore,
The tall fraternization order
In the constance of alienated affections,
For the benefit of wolves
Per the playback of evil v. good,
In the awl of embrace, two beats of a heart,
Testing with terrified fingers the balance line
At an equinox dance
Some salty fall so long ago
It seldom bothers anymore
What one did to enthrall,
What the temperature gathered
To the humble numb circus
Of a kiss, englobed with becoming
And beautifully appointed
To the ultimate life force
Of the irregular zeal of warriors,
So the dance offers its sustenance,
Its chance at contrast
By choice.
So the waves make their motions meaningless
As we make hay of our bitter disappointments,
How they steam under the clambake tarp
With ancient rock philosophers on fire
In the pit, where your cherry cloth hangs so tender
In the brine of what doesn't kill us doesn't quite
Heal us either, but no one is counting,
No one remembers,
The waves take jurisdiction
Over your thoughts, and recent scenes
Turn only to these pufferbirds, the one
Burns into one as contexts shift.
They are here for the show,
The whole encounter filmed
For mock posterity.
It is only to record the count,
Without which we would
Otherwise not escape.