marine mornings (unlike amsterdam)

mistemperment, a slow cage draws worries
into wood, makes iron of loss-potential
these with sandpaper fingertips make
so much so often happen
is because of you is inside you
(these with tattered book covers)
a blood-eyed wake up storm,
random holocausts of the physical want
and come like we should it all does
come back, like lions from hunters' guns
rising from the fog of early morning,
born, reborn, undone
a belt-loop loosened and a few things engorged
for each of us.

shadow-iron, this stare-at-floors morning
breaks a sweat of it's own,
adoration the way that morning light feels
the way that laying in baths washes water over your skin, tiny waves
the way that poloroids are a click away
and last forever.

a slow pulling of pants up over each leg,
a careful falling of the shirt down a stomach
so it's raised hands and business talk sometimes,
but it's not on my mind, not really.
hours pass with the sharing of thoughts
one ocean into another
one sun onto an earth
one flood across a plain
one rush of buffalo over hills
one more one left one last one should
(just this and sigh.)

2004-07-16 | 9:10 a.m.
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