somewhere
over the lonely sea
i
rhyme the words that rescue me
trying
hard to rewrite words
that
no one else has ever heard
somewhere
over the lonely sea
i
write the words that rewrite me
and
offer nothing more than words
that
linger like a lash incurred
a
welt that’s dealt and always felt
from
words that double as a belt
and
wring the cries of yesteryear
wherein
the lies revealed the fear
that
love was wrecked and cast ashore
with
nothing left to answer for
survival
is the daily plan
devolving
to a heidelberg man
and
words construct hepatic ducts
a
fantasy that we conduct
that
more is less and less is more
i’m
walls and ceiling and a floor
when
all i really ever am
are
words that won’t define a man
but
words i speak and words i spoke
we’re
to invoke and to provoke
a
love for me within my words
it
must be that the lines were blurred
somewhere
over the lonely sea
not
across but in-between
not
in the west or in the east
my
words alone are at the feast
the
final frame after i dine
they
find my frame lying supine
with
all my words surrounding me
as
ashes for the lonely sea
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