aboard this boat is a loaf of bread and the welders wife is smoldering in a bed of empty. aboard this float is a fish that cannot swim - i took its fins they washed away and came ashore in a dogs mouth. the embers complicate polyester fabric -everyone come together whip yourselves with chains and leathers and the welders wife is smoldering in a bed of empty. aboard this bench are the lame and the deaf, wobbling and convinced that all things go so i get on a bus and remind myself and everyone that i am here and that we are here to stay close together in sweaty sleeves and with matted hair, diseheveled as our manners. aboard this broad is a bed of empty pompeii of safety smoldering. tied with strings and fastened with pearly buttons, by now my ocean should be whole.
