sea my laughter clearly

It's only laughter, just like anything else,
but after that, she tells me
i'm a "nuke-ya-lurr reactorr."

Practically, the fear itself's
a sign of something slightly wackier
than books upon my shelf
bleeding shadows on white paper.

Sable skies so smoked and smothered by
the dollar bill's disaster...
the other joke the nuclear reactor never told
was the stocks piled high by the old white brokers.

After that i say: Go,
be broke, be bold,
break beyond the stolen clocks
with cloak and dagger on the docks!

The wind blows up the sandy fractals
caped across the actor's motion
as he angles t'ward the ocean
treating trust like he's a painter.

He reaches his lust deep
down into the evening.

From above, the seagulls just de-flower
the patterns of the rusting love
contained within the ship as it is heaving
heated bodies who are
bound to be grieving
at the sound of the bloody kiss of slavery, a-sleeping.

But SOMEbody did say to me that they'd be
leaving on time, this ship -- "Believing what? Baby,
it's something i'm just not at liberty
to discuss with you,"
the captain says...
and i caress the metal cubes, and i
hang upon the curtains, screaming
"hold me closer TO the building, sir,"
and certainly, YER dreaming
of exacting up the knife,
YER a pair'a part-MENTAL eyes distracting
fortune-5 hundred fact-or-fiction life from
the fast-romancing soldiers who ride, without wife,
into combat, on the chaos-dancing horses
from the countryside...

And their beat
of prancing feet seem
to answer his echoes so bitterly sweet:
with that same
old cry
of liberty / not at liberty
and suddenly
an unknown flag
waving goodbye.

Floating from this age, in a melting cage of ice
we sit side by side.
And now it's night-time, baby, soon
we'll be howling at the moon to change the tide.