The sea in my eyes as I crash
through the boombreakers the morning brilliant bracken.
Roughcaps and peakfloutings, the flaming captainshouts
and troughmapped eye-ache and the tight tongues of nailbite
sea wench winched by her long and slowly hair
over the fierce glint green…
The glitter in my ears and the noughts of latelove wet
upon me as I wash in the boneblur brew--
the bosunbroth the greyblue the white acre and the
slap
in the slit of time.
And sudden
the stream of white sailors spilled
lightning
on the night blanket shining.