Sleepchains

Who can sleep when she—
hundreds of miles away I feel that vast breath fan her restless decks.
Cicatrice by cicatrice
all the links
rattle once.
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.
Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Sunday

My washed rags ap on a serious grey sunset.
Suppertime, a colder wind.
Leaves […]