undertow.



 

perched

   on a cliff

   like a bird

      with the birds

 

perched

   above the pieces

   of the beast

   that almost took me

 

i am perched

   above the perch

   bound by rolling verdigris

   above the slag of weather wearing

   above the blunt-force

                                                   √ertices

 

   zeolite visages are scowling

   ascension awful oxidation

   derision vision beeline mortal

   craggy clutches, bloodied knees

 

per this perch

   a scents sensation

   all receptors by the bootstraps

   pisces husk not chief amongst them

   astride a chariot called gale

 

   the smell of hanging ten grim reapers

   liquidating human assets

   a grand perfume of chums as chum

   odors that quint could not describe

 

¡abandon perch!

   the stench is stinging

   yet there's more to sick than sniffing

   try vomiting in two-inch voices

   o what a woeful din it is

 

   the sound of teenaged cabin fevers

   pontoon pond scum undeterred

   an orchestra of god damn sloshing

   a reminder of the choking

   & for half a breath, the gasping

   & for anything, the grasping

   atlantis kaiju on the rocks

   acerbic thanks for a phobic dawn

 

   this water differs, not completely

   less undulation and less frothing

   but that is how it grifts and cons you

   hypnotizes and beguiles you

   restrains your limbs with seaweed sinkhole

   as it whispers in your ear

 

     “i am safety ~~

      i am soothing ~~

      i will gift you dreams eternal ~~

      never mind that sordid feeling ~~

      it’s just my body in your lungs

 

yet still i perch

   along the coastline

   despite infrequent teetering

   strangely secure in league with seabirds

   biting a thumb at skate & prawn

 

   seduced by undulate refraction

   fractured bluffs and marine death

   the mise en scene offset the stage fright

   painted postcard coup de grâce

 

   as sun dogs shatter anguishackles

   runes mature into christ air

   chroma crystallize as cuirass

   cosmos and -cosms, commandant

 

   so i’ll gaze in contradiction

   perched with all senses aligned

   endlessly loathing that i’m loving

   this perverted siren song