seaboyman ~ poetry

black black island

This arrives in a boat and goes in a turtle-

The operator is dot- the crane is moving ice-

A cube of which falls on head- cracks out a

Geyser up- the ice melts blood- I okay and

Its dense blush rares- the waxing sun is gluing

Lashes with frost- making diamonds of lead tears-

Spring tides of inward rise crash on stone and

Spray- burn my skin- the forest on the other side

Comes to me in fantasy- even the oak has nothing

On but autumn- the birds are left to nest the

Clouds- the clouds are come to make my bed-

It's too late to realize that you fall through the

Sky- fall- fall is downstream from rise- will log-

The moon pushes you down- the earth lofts you

Up- and at equilibrium- the black island island

Is a carapace- out of which a naked turtle leaps-

Only- to catch you.

~Ajay

27/12/18