Monday, August 25, 2014

and joe was fishing


and joe was fishing
(themes for the future)

i was walking europa
short small piece
murky rock and foamy spit
i was affection memory green
rocky terrain and wallowing sea
mutated retardation long stroll
over the speckled karst
turned ankle crusty knee
eating salt
fine, i thought, i'm doing fine
and pans banging empty squid
i was bleeding blood
into mouthpools of siphonic
mummies relief in faults
of glacial scum
cold cleanness of slit
precarious shallows
they all formed around as
aural cause
and people caught in social
bearing compassion
embezzled diaries
cold and warm shade and spot
joe licked finger and touched the pulp
the iron taste and mercury