THE NAVY WAY

 

the eye level fire
of the winter dawn

will make relief art

of the ripped tarmac 

on the deteriorating road

i walk down thinking

of 

earth & light

sun & wings

& all the different versions

of the navy way

FROM A SUPERMARKET CAFE

coffee in a cup

&

vernacular pains

researching mushrooms

&

their pros & cons again

funeral home

built consciously 

aloom on a black tarmac rise

THEREFORE I CAN

the creosote
& the petrol

the varnish

& tarmacadam

the neighbours skunk

on the weekday wind

& the mucking-out-the-stables earth-funk

of
the
animal
self

i smell 

yes

i smell

therefore i can