Jettison

JETTISON

"He's easier to avoid," she said, 

"if you slip in a buxom wave,

jettison onto the levy, 

missing only a part of your brain."

Simply he stood,

on the right and the left.

was vertically challenged,

under mutter of breath.

"I know you," he said,

"like girls know their middle,

like sailors know moons,

and stars know their twinkle."

Flying through clouds,

he would watch while I'd burn,

over and under,

knowing I'd still return.

Things might be heard,

from the mouths of the strange.

Still-stranger still-fire,

when within range.

The sheaf of minds,

I hence whip into come,

be tufts become lights,

become steel beaten drum.

"An easy 'stake," she said,

"letting them make you cry:

the boys on the levy,

the boys humping dry."

A more difficult time,

as the bottom on top.

Horizontally American,

like acid gumdrops.

"I know you," he said,

"how the wind leaves your chest,

when I drive your direction,

and make wolves manifest."

Like girls know their flow,

and wounds know to gush.

Souls stricken stone,

and then being crushed.

Like sailors know skies,

and carnivores hunt,

jettisoned brains,

splayed on waterfront.

cas // 6/9/16