aDarkerMind

All Kinds Of Stuff, And This

 
all kinds of stuff, and this
that sweats and breaks the hind legs of the sea
where touch me not\'s the green waves
to serpent and the phlegm
where chases blood
where circles the hours of a mood;
 
when no moon breaks
so breaks the pattern of the breath
in houses deep as coal
deep in thought
where flows so will I follow
as hollow man to the fading star?;
 
all kinds of stuff, and that
the borrowed muscle of the hand
that spins it\'s neck on the halibut knot
with hands I cannot touch
with Barreleye skin on the hot sea bed
candles of the flesh my marrowed bone;
 
break dark this aged mile
where walks so I will follow
tomorrow (just a bending of the knee)
laughter lines on a pale sea\'s wrist
so shall I cut
bleed loud as countless waves
and wear a seahorse smile?;
 
all kinds of stuff, between
the yay and nay
the dam that blocks the heart
parts sea and walks as trinket to the breast
swims as child as mothers flee their nest
with bandaged eyes and still unrecognized;