She tips back drops and drips of bootless drug,
Cyan heart churning like melody possessed.
As guano gleams off lonely beach hole dug
And gulls whoop sky in feathered formal dress.
The ocean’s wash and wipe on sun-eyed porch
Applauds and billows darkened air to fame,
And distant lighthouse beams a muted torch
On black cliffs for shattered yachts and yokes to claim.
She chews on pastries brimmed with sweetened yolk
Eyes dark and wide like shipwrecked mussel faces--
Italy is firm and faraway. Smoke
Hounds planes like dogs in deathless places.
If only I knew the good of dreams unstrewn
As good to me as night is to the moon.
Cyan heart churning like melody possessed.
As guano gleams off lonely beach hole dug
And gulls whoop sky in feathered formal dress.
The ocean’s wash and wipe on sun-eyed porch
Applauds and billows darkened air to fame,
And distant lighthouse beams a muted torch
On black cliffs for shattered yachts and yokes to claim.
She chews on pastries brimmed with sweetened yolk
Eyes dark and wide like shipwrecked mussel faces--
Italy is firm and faraway. Smoke
Hounds planes like dogs in deathless places.
If only I knew the good of dreams unstrewn
As good to me as night is to the moon.
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