Penny vase made from the brown voided canyon rusting. Friends that were made of waste, they said time was simply turning, the boat spoke back and said the depth of ones nature could walk on water But a deep voice Was all that sprayed in pungent aerosol and displeasure.
Do we need to be on the same boat? To drift into the beguiling surf? Altogether Better if we were dispersed Dropped by the caving soft curve Sliding through the unseen wash, watching your muddy glare. Track the force in blueberry motion pulling and pushing us, a sollen hand and flying sleeve The touch of flaunting fingertips and strings, The fluttering wick Swing and swished.
The chest of wonders beaming Transmitting a map and lines like hay and wires They were all exposed in the lines of her eyes Maps
You frightened me that sleepy day The dusted arsenal stick Casted me on a rod made of hibiscus dew and syrup A venomous hook that entangled my earrings The push and her wave of desire, Maps To her treasure, Reeled it now all over her wet webbed feet. Caged, Maps and pressure of the rocks falling against the time ticking Hours away from the swaying shore.
The meaning of the word ''sollen'' in Dutch provided by Wiktionary,
Dutch Etymology From Middle Dutch sollen, from Middle French soller. Verb sollen
to throw back and forth (of a ball) to play, to mess We laten niet met ons sollen! We won't let anyone mess with us!