"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.