tahtonkah

butt wett in my towel
craving shower
like i craved nite
and rifle sounds of surf
dreamed of mountain waves and
cinging to a cliff
among cursing surfers
some horizon
of the pacific
swollen subconcious
maiden wanton
algae morning
and lichen dresses
this was your first
suicide
drowning
incomaprably
the sun wet under water
and white dog sniffing
at your hand marks

what ailed you
after the movie
what did u think at yer feet
sunk into the gurgling
moss

i would tell you so
many things
pregnant letters
bursting
into your palms
gnashing teeth
fronds
littering the sky
the kind of sky that does not
overwhelm but
leek

you were
soundly
silent

and now
this escapes me
the capable me
finds me
ridden
with leaves
falling
perilously
streaking
the air
with their under belly smell
smoke tendrils
foot long in body
sshort sighted

the mountains go on
a walk and discuss
fall
winter
who will block such and such
wind
who will
look for new
place to
crumble