I was Bladerunner and you were electricity.
I walked my plank like the evil seahorse told me to.
When summer beats the August out of herself
we’ll be this mer-audience to her sea-tornados.
I moaned all the way to where I trembled
like a fish at the bottom, my bottom being fish-
like but of this insane blue that’s like the idea of color or
like a tower of neon forces going down.
I was Aquaman. You were the constellation
the islands made to make me look at.
Dear dark, how many gold birds are sleeping
in you with their little futures? I hear a million.
This is the part of Le bateau ivre when the bateau gets really fucked up.