tahtonkah

well now comes
silent time
visions suspenede behind knees
of night
i wrench free
and spell mouth s of pain
that circulate to all
the mail boxes of sleepin giants
who needle me for their dreams
pick and choose
selfishly

now on sand beach
staring at the cosmos in my little form
with a poking stick
i declare the laws
of lonliness
and pick peaches to cool
my face
and then the salt dream
felt
of ocean
between toes
and now on my back
the moolites taste of yesterday
and calms me
puches me under with silver
nods
so
this little wild
side
is all mine
and i sng songs to the...
a requiem
for
the listless ampitheatre of
the coast