flat.fish.flesh

I have finally found a thing I can’t find
& I’ve sought high and low for stuff of it’s kind.
Went searching for summer, discovered it fine,
and I bump into rock stars, film Gods, all the time.

So it must’ve been fantasy thought that I had
that made me trust our town would give all it had,
for they are too fancy to palm from the start
because London folk never took them to heart.

You eternal yin yang emblem,
writhing joyously through space,
such a loving twist between them,
tightly bound into the race.

Ancient serpents tails are chasing,
see how follows each from each,
slippy sipping, salty tasting,
breakers dash along the beach.

Darling beast that bends with arched back.
What a carnival of sport!
How does this knotted thing? It not lack
loss? How is it never caught?

Urgent wrestlers crawling crab-wise,
on fresh sands, beneath the sheet.
There their tangled limbs and low sighs
rise and fall with each heart beat.

Contorted spiral, whole that love makes,
climbs to reach a final O.
Easy now, a gentle wave breaks,
slowing ebbing off to go.

It’s not the sort of mark that reddens
arses seated long on benches.

Not a healed up scar on forehead,
shattered glass let bleed and glisten.

Might be a thing we couldn’t challenge,
& so spent many hours thinking.

It was a party you took part in,
dressed to gain all our attention.

It is a strength of certain loving,
rejection of your doubting brothers.

It will not let me go forgetting
any of these tendernesses.

This shade of blue cannot be sad.
It’s just the other side of glad.
Neither dull nor dumbness be,
it’s as bright a hue as love can see.

Such tears that grow from strength to strength,
mark joy and smiles and love at length,
not shed for some old dreary thing.
It shines and stays continuing.