here on a ship somewhat tall
mostly brick
sailing briefly mantle west
baltimore
patapsco
patapsco
westward always sailing
say the bricks beams soft pine planks plaster nails
portals telescoping inward facing south
yare
but from what pain and suffering
ahhh fascist genteel southern midwestern halfmountain town
at falling waters oceans feet
still in wars
mate!:
into the launch out to the treasure
oily and stolen
long long rusty needles i am addicted mom
go help leave it there
Category: ships
skjota
instant ahead reach rolling
by the lee knots of wind
figurehead smiling
apeak aport apparent horizon
come about
safe anchorage
last ever living the mile
windwaters aguasviento
please forgive the language of a rapist
but we are in amerigo no longer
shores mountains plains mountains shores islands
thru two great oceans
pole to pole
walking resting filtering dreaming
the same one breathing
we are
in windwaters
come
por favor disculpe el idioma del violador
pero somos en amerigo ya no
orillas montanas llanos montanas orillas islas
en los dos mares
polo a polo
caminando reposando filtrando sonando
el mismo respirando
estamos
en aguasviento
venido
been zine
slashing story of coconut hacks palm
hectares in forced labor
hydrocarbon driversupplying chains
ships trains hauling boiling
filtering through human sweat skin
incense sacred st our hope
daphnia magna culex pipiens tubifex rivulorum lymnaea vulgaris rana cyanophlyctis cirrhina mrigala back river
sky of how many billion billion moons
all free clear sweet blue cell in almost empty everyplace
up from cabin branch
north of schooners wooden freighters concrete steamers sidewheel barges
violets arbutus honeysuckle pansies chinquapin berries
poplar popland elm elmtree cedar ceddox
twenty eight shades of red orange brick towering
walking back into matrix of soil
rooted revolution
red sticks in a swamp with sea snails
a steel vessel of army trucks
dieselsteamturbining into coastal marsh
attracting limpets alarmed now exploding
sinks into defoliated biome
where is the bridge
pictures and stories are windows in walls i don’t see past
a black mirror
warm blood on skin yellow white black
someone washing away toward a vast ocean
i navigate by echo
kilocalories per capita
welcome
festively slim and trim
baking inspiration
pure cane dark light white
sticky brown removed
crystals like time
sprinkled through canneries and pharmacies and photogalleries
moving hands and feet on whirling explosion electric machines
excess manufacturing amnesia
screw pine master
parade of sail into estuary abdomen
seas into forests into mountains
over a helix into steel and copper canals
vast parallel empty in sunlight
black red yellow white pour into valleys and peaks
vaporized by multicolored flames lightning flashes
into a tall ship made of everything
sweeping toward invisibility as pearls of ice radiate from the rigging
breath stolen from the ocean dying in search of truth
as the earth spirals in the ship turns around like a shadow puppet
closing on a perfect mirror of rocks and rain
to explode in splinters and shreds of union
rising up and floating mites of color in one giant nova parachuting like a flower
both hands on trident
while i was gone
a pretty oily heavy metal unquenchable cruise
lost from calypso
drink the high thunderheads
swallow the strafing carpeting shrapnel walls of rain
cast away churning deep
under speed of sound winds southeast northwest
struggle to surface
to skyscraper higher billowing strike
in awful gloom
scatter
