mercury sea

chadwick

mercury ships sailing off our teeth
the sun runs and hides
down come the masts
we have not wind nor dream
as the house cat turns the clock gear's crank with her pawns

we have not yet ran out of sea and no wind
all of...

and this ocean tide dead as door nails
and the displacement of our luck

we have literally hung each and every song sung
each piano note up into the sky
begging having prayers
each mountainous cavern below us
underneath these wooden runners and toxic connection grids
that have ever assembled
these shipwrecked catastrophes
has not the organizational skills to erect not even one life jacket

because
all in for love or what seems to appear not as fog nor sea horses
this is not always buyont or skimming surfaces
this the ships running their course
each and every island

each and every simple gull having their wings golden with sun and sky
all against lost lovers crazy in heat
lustful and in sin are some
upright bows going under
winking at the stars one night soon

this
the dying weakness of man
and for the endless beauty
of feminine treasures under the sea

rollings

Nice one