Evenevening

jewel’s at the sea floor
with timming hands of waterplants
and memories
that quickly grasp
ain’t no fret
arrest
i gasp out with no sound
blisters in eye-lash and sunbeams
pressure under foam does not belong to foe.
bomb killed a bomb in an air while they flew from the trapdoors
to coast by alie.
hatchet on a hat got a slash
but no one noticed slicky whoop that glanced on a jet
and made among those in kiffens a tremblence in their bones
enenevening
crimson light on even horizon line
unbossomed sky to pennetrate,
so crincly face ignores light and changes to subaqueous. It’s getting older