mussels of time

the dutch monsters capped their faces
pulled on their hoods
to discovered bent out traces
of hood winked rat traps
whales of oceaning fins
samples when the waves come in
chocolate covered horses
beat their shadows
watching capped faces
doggerel each line
and the pantywasted
the color of lime
in seaweed shrugged shoulders
wound up to die
those summer evenings
i started to cry
baboon fulls of trucks
it didnt matter
the shorelines were gone
the ovens were open
the cares shed their feet
shadows bit darkly
all the campbells they could buy
shambles away
quietly capping
each shadowed shore
overlapping time change
where the peace falls
a hunger away
inherantly wrong
lovingly right
as shores shed kingdoms
down to their shoelaces
those gums into guns
disappear from sight
a sigh ahead
a trickster to come
those that poke their head
dreaming then none
and all the coaches
clap their hands
wondering what crabs what clams
the tidal removal
and all the names
weve forgotten
bits of sand
morsels of memories
mussels of time

denis streeter  9/18/12