"Aye, he salted the man's drink, I say!
And he's hardly a man yet– O' barely a man to be.
I seen it with my own eyes today!
And he's but a young boy yet– what sickness that mind must be.
The drink was salt'd and stirred, I say!
What other means would lead him out to that bay house to stay?
He salted the man's drink– drinks be all
salt'd and stirred."
*Man, oh, man–
Boy was salt'd and grey!
What a night! She's disturbed.
All be hazy: drunken, kissed, and grey sway–
Nights spent a'lustin' for bodies. Dusts in bloom.*
On the water.
Moon's hung high! Owls be all a'hootin'!
And what a night the 'verse had borne along that moth-grey lake.
Lovers be howlin'! Wolves' be a'shootin'!
And what a still they did find drifting 'cross that old, proud lake.
All the whispers went said– the touches, done.
Near-nuzzlin' in the bay house– Some men do split this way, son.
Can you feel it through them overcast skies?
I feel starlight.
*Yea, some days do drag on all through some nights.
Some nights I swear that I never knew you–
That you never knew me.
O' but nostalgia does
defeat me.*
Dust in bloom.
I tell you: I could love you nightly.
Take me to that dock, that lake– O' let's count them stars for nights.
Stars all a'clouded shone so brightly.
**** in the water. Skins have got me searchin' for them sights.
Darling, I was born on the water!
O' itching for bent teeth. O' to feel what this heart has felt.
O' sleepless *** Manic cohesion.