THE HEAVE OF THE SEAS

i am aware of empirical experience
colouring
reality
unreal
and of consensus asylum order

and how weed can make the shoddy shine
and
whisky
give
the
dusk a drama thats fast and hot and mad-hilarious

and mere drawn lines sweep with thrills
when
its
only
fist squashed carbon
and dancing fire and the heave of the seas
IS
poetry eating rocks

but its cold hard cash and blind blood toil
in 
stumbling daylight bondage
that
keep
the
miracle sparks flowing 
to cook my steak and eggs