Salt in the Financed Waves

vesper sparrow on the loud evening clouds
laughing in the shower
at the twilight husk
creating insoluble trio plates of stellar swoons
like the gradient fragment of skin and fins
warm
mal du siècle
burrowing
like salt in the financed stationed waves

the steamed lambency of torrents
unresponsiveness
like coal framed wires
transference for the unspoken trio of wharves
there is no space
between us like a song
disruptive consequence
of milking shadows
addressed to the people hearing torrid grey
there is currency
in stemming and loosening
the steamboat bark
that speaks today

unregulated marriages that fly to the resting coast
partitioned skipping drums that keep a triad or two
Balearic foreman like the dancing skirts of candles
notioned to miss difference and settle for worn stages