a science

where did you get an idea like that

the shallow screen gave its word

but you are thick in your war at mouth

who am i to argue that

the net is far or even

that the stokes exiled to the sea floor

engendered where theyve beset 

you comb loud 

with branches of

pattern snatched 

from a dam vaguely fertile 

turning up the sorriest of stones

theres no talking you into keeping them

out of eyes way

behind the brazen-faced bracken

you wield my cast

true to the curve