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;