Poetry
He Said
He said
All the waves have names
Like John
And Jarlothemew.
Some flies on the deck window Rilly-rallied
In splinters and cookie sea hues
Purple blue in the dusk
They slept
(Like his voice)
Almost all
Through the day.
Heart!
Heart! Like the pen I hold to my teeth
And chew on
All while gazing
At a letter
On the paper All too nice
Blinding my ear now
Am I playing?
Am I playing?
When I say I look
And not look at the looking
That the look
In the first place
Is where
I place my trace
In deep and full.
Who is the I that governs I and bows to I?
Heart!
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