seaboyman ~ poetry

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There is oil on the world-

Some things little more clear

Others just that opaque-

Twigs are sunrays just touched

By the bird's beak- over

The boats it flies- swallows

The sea the boats- water

Snakes siege sandcastles- there's

A Pompei on each them-

The bird listened all gasps

Saw all comings humus

Green wingwinded saffron

Ash winked at the sacred

Fig leaf- shake- cattle cold-

All that says world still is-

No one touch the ladder

Says man random- on which

The nest is- of sparrow-

Chance- but I look over

My shoulder then not wash

And let the air be there

In the supposed to be

Like the walls in their place

On which the carpet on-

Which the flowers on which-

The dust on which the oil

~Ajay
13/12/18