"from up here the pacific looks like fire and things to come.
i'm a steel rocket; i am a human bomb.
they say we'll be gods..thunder, divine.
but surely we'll only be history--literal and poignative;..."
|Not Waving But Drowning|
"was further out than you thought
wind-swept and current-caught.
not knee-deep, but out to sea.
slipped off the boat that we bought...."
|Polar Bear Summer|
"the sun is shining on me, finally. finally.
and you walk so gracefully.
why don't you walk with me?
things are turning green and changing,..."