Salty and spent dream generators editing the clips from today into an old cine Super 8, Tangled hair whipped around smiling faces, One hand to link the chain and the other to cling to railings like drunks, Fighting the intoxication of a windy sea day…

Coarse hair against hair against hair Fingers drum down my scalp Sleepy eyes open the clock is early The shower blanket drains over fleshy me Burnt into the brain black marks sing out From curved wooden bodies and black hilo strings.   Sweet…… Salty……. Umami………