all my seas aren’t yours
liverwinds
kindazzle
up
my
coastal dreams -
grossgrog
bulkram
bustywater
the sea and other animals
should not be teased
your mid feather
your oyster egg
wrackwinds
bladder
up
my central city soul -
mournfly
melancholic
memor-
besides the
I do sea
a childflood
of olive oil
love
slapped on
barefaced paddles
lapping mid 50’s fall out
Windscale
leaks radioact
up
pepperminted rock
’pool
written all the way
through
illuminations
g-flowered in the dark
xstream sentimentality
is the trump card of capitalists
to be born without
the shipping
forecast
spelting
through my mid ship-mind
shadowing deep
death
at dinner time
and tea
is
to be only half born
your
mid exquisite wave
your
ovulating crest
lost in sandmares -
wonderworld sees worryworld
in a grain
Lisboa
The Wrong Boat
Traversing the Tagus
in a totally wrong
rose
steeped in hermetically sealed
Pyrex
without dishiness or sails
without
oh-err-mrs
bumpz and liltz
Riding in the back of an infernal Sea Cat
cooped up
and close
wi
Nick Cave
& K. Minogue
- tiny little thing -
in yer face
blasting faulty
murther
ballads
(we blank-eyed the wet proof
video water
beyond the doubled-glazed glass
shell)
our
withering was a
system without weather
caught in a one way ticket
across the premature Styx
d-d-d-d-d-dey-call
d-d-d-d-d-dey—call
dddd
m-me ddd
the skin on our skin
turning sardine
sans silver
gathering
smell without
sea
or
sin
d-d-d-dwild
d-d-d-dewild
murderous to the soul
is a faulty sound
system trapped
in a trapped space
rr-rr-rr-rr-rr-o-o-ose
murderous to women &
giggly girls
are faulty men
in a trapped
excuse
they call
me the wild rose
but my name is just my name
cor de rosa
her lips were the colour of roses.
bacalhau
cor de rosa
stains the sky
cor de rosa
bacalhau
they call me the wild rose
cod ballads
where the
wild
roses grow
between
her
name is
just her name
between her
cor de rosa
we kissed goodbye
all beauty must die
on the last day
between her
her
between
her
rosa cor de rosa
drowning teeth
and
fins
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