THE MAINLAND DEAD

The mainland dead on islands wake,

Pulled to sun by lapping light,

Risen from the grief of night

By the offering in the bed,

 

Rescued by the planet’s reach

By a single rustling leaf, 

Anger broken on the reef

By the promise of the beach,

 

By the tide and ties

Of a one time easy sea, 

By Polaroids that advertise

Pastel infinity, 

 

Shallows on a coral bed

To which the deeper world is wed.

 

our youth’s sedentary unruffled untroubled easy-going cataleptic

sea whirlpool

By slaps and xx surges stipples washes slips/waves/tides

eddies surges swells billows ripples

childhood ties

To the future postcard sea,

By sunsets anaglyphs tapestries holograph Polaroids

Kodachromes shots images photographs xeroxes fantasies that

advertize

Personal/The easel of/The stipples of The washes of The

conveniences of The varnish of The Glitter of Glimmers of infinity:

Covers Brocade fringes feathers tinsel flowers dowries fashions

diamonds Union United

/long ancient fragrant scented color painted varnished pastel

childhood sea

Of a longtime gentle till now last year’s strangled silent shattered

rowboat sailboat shallop sea

sedentary unruffled untroubled easy-going cataleptic

fury outrage fire evil spume brute force rampage violence

whirlwinds attacks sieges agonies tantrums desperation anger passion