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Bitten by my egg tooth
so sexually aggressive,
sentimental sophistry
despite alternate suggestion.

Double-shift the flywheel
burn right through the clutch,
drop her by her mama's
and be sure to stay in touch.

When blondie goes out lookin
when boredom is a thrall,
let the boulevard bear witness
and be party to her fall.

I wasn't her first question
far from her last word,
her story wasn't too unkind
at least that's the last I heard.

Then I wandered in the twilight
and lost another day,
I stared into the rear-view
until my egg tooth fell away.

Blue serenity
and the merest drop of liquor
finds me fashioned and faceted
on a hillside -
(the same one, I think) -
staring down without respite
and gladdened that home is so
far away.

I've been thinking of the sea:
no special reason.
I've learned to resist pretense
but your unspoken accusation
lingers in the space between us
and there it solidifies.

Never ask the open question
and never question
me.
Follow the tracks of my eyes.

At first, I thought I knew;
at last, you know I'm true.

Well dead the creed
that did the dirty deed
that followed through the shallows
that swallowed every need

This faintest first obsession
that peaks before it reeks
that hears what none are saying
that seeks for weeks and weeks

I lived that hollow yesterday
that moldered to the ground
that still sends coded messages
that dare not speak a sound

Well fellow met the scavanger
that kept one eye on the sky
that bullet meant for no one
that no one had to die

So love your petty nothingness
that walks a narrow beam
that it never sees the camera
so it must have been a dream.

Sing eclectic
turning screws
our shared pollution
our slaughtered muse

Danse ecstatic
setting sun
too late to notice
too scared to run

Fall exotic
time's run out
seduced by glitter
fucked by doubt

All these impulses behind the wheels.
All those ganglia in motion, under instinct;
afloat on chemistry and wetware mechanics:
self-deluded unto autonomy
yet lizardly aware of all substrate -
and so content in retrograded detail.
Just a little more virus in Gaia's time-sick vein.

Inhale a bit too much of that spark.
Too much of any history poisons you
but a sip sets you soaring.
And the taboo taste of your granddad's grave dirt
surely tastes a lot like your own. Because...

tall things topple; we're in an era of overbalancing:
fissures fizz out and transoms go missing.
Artifice appends the advance of geology.

For there's no choice but to
drift down one muddy stream
or another
or to disdain the breath
while spanning the depths
whilst the sea pulls you home
like your mother.

Every damned fool and poet shouts a warning.
Not a damned one is staying til morning.

SOME whisky business
slowed our trek
it slowed the way we
share our throes.

We ran our road
we had our wreck
we have still more
and on it goes.

I cannot say I
miss our start
or missed a chance
to spin the wheel.

Our broken thoughts
our secret art
is all that works
and all I feel.

You’re careless now and
I have no blame
while whatever was
goes behind the wall.

Whatever's next
has its own shrill shame
and what we were
won't survive our fall.

The AIR of the sea,
said the heir of the sea–
burrows its way in your bones.

It whispers a plea
one of gilt mystery
and of seeding the depths with unknowns.

The heir of the sea
took us there to the sea–
took us there where the tide meets the land.

He spoke then to me
of things yet to be
and of things bound be￬ow in the the sand.

The fear of the sea
brought the heir of the sea
a league or more u￪p from the coast.

He thought he was free
thought the sea would agree
but the sea fears his freedom the most.

The heir of the sea
stopped hearing the sea
stopped hearing its thunder & waves.

If silence would be
the new voice of the sea
then she’ll speak never more of her graves.

Take good care of the sea,
said the heir of the sea–
take care and show her your grit.

From her storms never flee
let her eyes never see
all the shadows you’d rather forget.

To be dear to the sea
slay the heir of the sea
stay his hand before it raises again.

Do it near to the sea
while the wind blows alee
while the waves rush to take him back in.

I saw the heir of the sea
stop to stare at the sea
he stopped staring when the sight left his eyes.

I thought I might then flee
but he passed me the key–
and I knew then the depths of his lies.

This affair with the sea
- said the heir of the sea -
is really quite more than I’ll bear.

I’m leaving, said he
he left the sea’s LOVE to me.
And the sea and I birthed a new heir ⏳

The lion needs to roar
The gods must have their due
I must swoop and strut and soar
and the needs must there ensue.