Starboard

Use your words,
set them to syphon out the grease
the meat
that lay unspoken in the lamp light
of home, or however it is
that you may perceive it.

Cut the ends out, the veins
the tools, and plenty which stops
your irregular mind from
surpassing its limitations,
I mean
they're there for a reason, right?

Down on my knees
with my hips baking,
pies making tribes in the trees
I see
all of you, in your worst dressed wears...

Forgive my arrogance, and my most
assured misgivings, but
I can see the globe entire
of the worlds you can't see but a street's length past,
if only I wasn't the only one out here
to explain to you just what is that light.

That star, that alien ship, that white in the sky
gliding past us, while we see only the cracks in
the pavement, and how evenly beautiful
they can be and that space with which we lose
by them, love despite them
they cannot sink our spirits
in, like words can.

M. Lucia