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From 'That Diamond Lust' (DoubleSalt Records 2012)

calling
calling all the wild
wives of no one
sunburned. far flung
finding your sea legs
on all these shifting plates

pulling your chin up around
spun by your own palm. unwound. rewound
elastic arms, a corkscrew neck
you're animated you're up on deck
the gulls are feeding in your wake
you cut the surface like a cake
your deeper waters, your sonar spark
you know the ways out of the dark
make saturnalia from saturnine
make bleach and bitters into your wine
make the surf's static into a song
finding a thread there to string a rhyme along
a meaning on. a meaning on.

finding your footing in cast off shoes
slipped anchor dumped cargo you're on the loose
there's doubt in your belly lime in your smile
but your hands keep on fashioning fishing line
doubt in your belly all the time
but the code that's worth knowing it lives in your spine
you're searching its secrets while swallowing brine
make saturnalia form saturnine

calling
calling all the while
riding high and empty
unmoored. off the charts. hoping your sea legs
are all you need to start

tripping your dance down the barrio
sliding in your big silly boots in the snow
your perfect form your perfect grace
no one to touch them oh how they go to waste
you will reach back from some more savvy day
but now you cut the present like a cake
your higher desert, your static charge
you only know one way out of the dark
make saturnalia from saturnine
make bleach and bitters into your wine
making the traffic into a song
finding a thread there to string a rhyme along
a meaning on. a meaning on.