Sea Salt

born beneath the carriage of a whale's high noon draw, a child crept feverishly through paper trees. gnarled branch roots rusted his sacks of threadless beanstalks and fish hooks. twice boiled rushes made appearances in his latest throat. campaigning for stardust he drew only the most key deficient plows that mingled with stripes and carols. pale darkened trout hung high to breath broken.


playing with sea salt, the dream began to thirst for moonlight.</b>


"sing something of yeast, rising deep from bowels lain with card folk and chalk."