Wavepool

(it) Cools the nape,
I’m bothered,
a loose delay,
then blushered.

Not the way
I wanted to behave.
Count the days
and keel over.

If you be the canyon, I’ll be the landing. I won’t ask more.
You’ll be the canyon, crass from camping, coursing dust, looming us.
You’ll be the canyon, I’ll be the landing. Land on all fours. Recall –
If you’ll be the canyon, I’ll stick standing, I won’t last long before…

Some left, some drowned,
some can’t trace the hours.
Coalesce, bring about,
night floats in your house.

Be set, be crowned,
be not something else.
Canvas! Be loud,
handsome beyond doubt.