Coal-raod

I'm the open sign that's always busted
swinging away in real-time clamor,
out on the old Coal road, down Maintyr-way

You
held again - my dark permissions -
we try, try, try - sweat and sanity

the drifts get deeper, sleeping
beatify frosts frowns darling,
why this
harmful?

it's real this time cause you don't
feel words, you don't
feel steep irate poems bubbling

you feel packing, you feel dividing
dvds and newspaper-wrap on goblets
you feel bills and mail and photos

and facebook explanations for single
status friends, you feel like disentangled
stretched, thin, carried over

ours, a porcelein vase, all blue lapis-
lazuli tattooed on fine bone
given over to unknown sons

not this picket, white bleached
hot like sundays and oranges
home again to convalesce

they'll not, you can't
explain the system just didn't
collapse, entropy - no exclusions

stupid silences, gazing at glaring windows
curtains too thin to hide the UV clouds
from your tears, my generous hugs

but belittle efforts made, always
pushing to talk, I'll take you out past the breakers,
ask you to swim back in love

but you've gone, head down
powering out to Bailey's Bay,
chop and chop and you