tipped talk (after beach walk)

1

scroll the old dog again down beach

down vastness down the ocean blockade

by them walking out first.

soon, when sandy rot hits the snout

and weather holds 

i'll walk the beach and i'll solo dance it

there is another animal inclined at horizon

now an empty shell, now a sextet 

hounds of bliss and winter sog

alone on the beach 

so, not hardly, nor barley

what hudson said about amounting

to a grain of sand?

that none do

and no mountain would recognize 

human suffering

that is a sand lake below the natural

water

and the wild view of pinched air between 

two between three and rather curiously

four: vows of winter donning 

proclaimed miraculous, place camera gaze 

at the doorframe

sink a plain flat table there, press into the sand

with all legs 

starting to disappear

2

why now then walk so holy to bite time?

coruscate against it: shot back

to time cut pillowy into 

to plain chill woven by double quiet

when no words pass, is time marked?

a shoe frowns from hallway

the door embroidered toward the dock

as sand drips, loads of brine creeping 

dunes passed out by the barge load

and ambling over hulking piles

silent masses slick wet

hold this rope 

come back up

vault

3

and now the bell of sunshine attended

the hour rose with sun explosions 

sitting just outside the kitchen

in a heavy blast of bright full spectrum radiation

another pair of hands that scrape the pans off 

another pan to scrape and food to make two black dots appear above my eye

vision hurled now more 

expressively through the track between

kitchen and living room all of them somehow

horribly

out of the way of the light

4

three two two two one

this is a quote from where which sends all love

some deep skin

some ocean

the shadow of the glass through the room

and i follow willingly

two two two one

to the tree

when apples hang off a rotted

moss and lichen scooped 

part of branch

done of stone done of steam

with out this insatiable wick inside candle for

a thousand years ridden 

the red

the court

and the ruffle at the neck

or the ruff

the blossom

to kiss with and fix with 

a wand