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silent octane

23 Tuesday Sep 2014

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Little fish, we grew up, I no longer
fit in your mouth on the first drop lo-speed

quivered pillowed my head to the center
a dot obscene puffing sea smoke like weed

burning a girl surfer’s kingdom skyclad
in the call coiled blood delight chilled down rain

pray a storm little fish little comrade
I miss your lips swollen silent octane

burning so much burns roots, harbors, black kelp
plucked, knits from your pubes. It’s darn criminal

the way you’ve let yourself go I’m slogging
into iron booties, chains, weights to drop

through the depths to you. Hold me kiss my skull
swallow me you used to without gagging.

mayhem of the night [2]

30 Thursday Jan 2014

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If we forget this kindness in winter
that is fine for it still remains. Springtime

persists. The new moon bulbs rise, no longer
held down by the mayhem of the night. Slime,

pulp and blood of a different kind birth;
the realm where there is no mercy. Nothing

can be reborn at this depth. With no earth
or prayer; where do the souls of those drowning

alone at sea go? Who will call for them?
Who will remember? These seasons, solstice,

new moons fix nothing. Love, where do you lie?
I will find you, raise you from this mayhem,

little fish, stillborn — — It was no kindness
when the sea washed clean your death-clouded eyes.