poem - long tour

chadwick

had the quick ocean in your hands
imagine seeing this rotten descent
drop by drop
dilaudid did fall down

putrid maybe but shooting with stars
as glorious as all national anthems firing at once
something as chaotic could not be so beautiful
yet here you are scratching for it like a fever
not standing in salute
but bedridden fogged over
the goodbye train roaring low
(your head void of normalcy
a vast canyon unreachable
your fingertips do not have ability for)

you're coming home
soon a wooden-ship
long branches on the wind that blew from within
maybe you'll have sun's centered eyes upon your dreaming soul one-day
just one more day

yet this day's length & width may outlast
a unstrung stradivarius
this could be forever
like that lost kiss
sea to ship
holding one another
the intercourse storm shook above
& rolled beneath this long tour

chadwick

part II