we look almost nothing alike
pushing gently at the soft 30
babe in the rain
I have been a smoke cloud
I have been a sadsack
my smoke face
my smoke stacks
I've been I've been stuck under the street, gooey
gummy, gutterblast
a little petrified thing.
I feel a little snaky in my old-skin
but I'm flowing. I mean, this shit's a gust, we're august
up in here
thickoil
go down
my drains. I draw it up, little guzzle guzzle
my body's a goodmeat, my heart
is a harness
a wetwish
a no-way bore
and my brains are wrinkles
and I've that good
innards rope
double noose, holding them, side by side
noose me to your pocket
the one you dropped
we're on this high plane, now
out of the rot
plains
I got no grief machines
driving my bod
its inward mechanisms, abuzz buzz buzz
Merrill means shining sea in Welsh
we learned a few french words
we felt awfully proud
we pooped our bits out
we stormed the crowd with party
we danced away
with our cranks & cogs
and our ropes are strong, metal
and the slivers they make are silver shines
like some
iridescent sea
