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way out west

A hard rain will show the secret

In the architecture of bones

Much better than sunlight believe me

Or fractures I promise you

So soaked T-shirts drip like a true skin

While we walk laughing

Down the beach & after the drops stop

Pocking the water the tricks

That play on the growing green then

Bluer waves O blackshark & tigerbelly

Out there Believe me How I wish

I could wrap everything I see

In cellophane & keep it forever in the freezer

This fizzing pier life Arches painted

In a crown of muscle men & clown faces

Red coral lips & russet mustaches

All the finest whisperings of deeper-than-just-flesh

Each sunset something out there

On the horizon looks like it’s waving

An arm going under & down Vanishing

Into the watery sweep & even in

The complete black after

Everything’s slipped from the world’s shelf

A sort of gravelly piano rails

Over the palm tree’s hidden speakers & though I know

Some things believe me

They are so few & stars are burning

Mouths in the sky Believe

Me & the desolation of legs outlined

By a wet blue skirt leave

Never enough time to explain