the Jackdaws and the d'ream-sayings

the wind of the culling distant shore
winding the jackdaws and the d'ream-sayings

against the fecund, billowing storm, the unconscious
and the cave full of kites, hammers and bikes

the lemon spool of yarn
salting a drop of ice

i am thirsty for this life
full of strife vodka, and bloodpool days of orange

the launch rocket motifs or leit-motifs,
campaign of posters, quotes from famous boxers

hard-hitting and what hits hard every chance
to find the openings in the corner, at the market

with newspapers burning oil
and oiling eyes, eyeling oily burning eyes

they will look to the bright future bright
and future as bright as these eyes wide open

clear from blue, and cleared from night
no obsidian or mirror, no open light or mirrored light

broken clean and straight clean
no fretting or worry, just open light