copy that movement shift left|| shift right nothing wave lap wave ocean snores stop copy the || wave motion on that smell shifts to high up hanging shift up up || one albatross—emit growl-------------------------------------------sea floods maw wave maw salt sopping now what || whiskering for clues high air warbles send alert stop. sharp turn|| teeth out. stop. no. Shadow brightening stop|| drop to planks its dripdrop love its tail to chop chopchopper. it’s Rope roll over loll ov|| er it’s all over----------------------------------------------------------- froth froth froth mouthing through flesh stop the alb||atross gut cut stop cut gut goes up stop knife, hand, Rope gum spliced red || red runs out copy that, stopstopstop copy that no road just one dog pegged.|| over. over.
Rope Boy
The only one who drinks of his own fluids|| Doctor advised against it but there’s not||hing wrong with salt. Done worse. Worse done. Let me think Best not to judge the sea. Bit of faintness|| at first, get through it and the heart swells, the lungs|| inflate the blood surges the brain does a startup. Dog? No response….. || ….They say I’m just a boy, but I’ve got seamanship racked up my time in the great sea blanket || can’t sleep with it covering you can’t stay dry|| either ….sun peels your skin right off, to blister pop that and you’ve reached meat and I || couldn’t for the life of me remember my surface colour || once I got an eye full of my own meat. Dog? Dog? || ...They say I’m just a boy, but it stays with you …the inner-picture… || you can’t rub it out but you can add things 266 | the cords you can pull on with your hands just like || oranges, until there’s nothing to the picture || but pulp. It’s not so bad then. I can’t get too tight or loose about it They say I’m just || a boy but I’ve got history being wrecked || I know all the ropes. Dog? No response. Can’t see anyone that would know my heart broke || doing it but they would have done it first, || given the chance. Was fully lucid, see I’m not asleep haven’t had none of those fancy dreams yet || I’m not with the soldiers or the thinking || men first ones to be ignored are the sailors…. we remind them of- …Dog? No || response. Geez I’m cut up… this is no place for you no reason is there no rights just || what? a few songs by that old dottery || living off her fat……she’s alright but I reckon this is no place for tunes they get into the || ears and weevil your reason into sand || you find yourself humming some sentiment like a… silly girl Dog? No response…. || I’m delaying I can’t help it …the confessions of a- the fur it just… || opened like fruit gone soft, gone bad and I kept || holding onto the paws but they were stiff as old knobs the knobs of an old dresser- I || couldn’t see the moment of it….I swear I || must’ve been humming some sentiment, and fur was coming off in my hands I couldn’t think || till it stopped crying
Sol
Some of us have had a gutful I have || a speech for what’s left of the men…………. Some of us think that there should be || a revolution That’s a bit much The correct idea is mutiny.. || but that failed too Now what—? Men, we’ve seen our best foot soldiers get troughed || Some of us would be better off making our own || course as the army is known for its tactical juice freedom fighters who needs this || cursed lummy of planks tripping us