High Tide

By | 1 November 2016

tide memory trains
the beach the sea chops
& eats itself
rocks doze
in purple sets of allthepossible

the path back home’s washed over

the arabesques cooling
into space
on another turn it’s smooth as linen
a bed for the pelican a tomb
for each dream skewered
on the palms
their reptilian thrash

until the waves
go pelagic, growls
spliced with lanterns
from blackestdeep will they
find those naked feet
seduce their nerves the future

rests on the hairs of my neck
frizzing like dune
inept balloon
earth what speaks is what moves
& cry
shy from a sloshing
the literature in flakes
& it emerges
gill of whose

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