on the beaches of blind skies

 on the beaches

of blind skies

of my great escape

where winds

frugal and cowardly

before they breathe

again favorable

they swim

into gray depths

unsmiling and naked

lazy

trapped

there they stand undisturbed

and childless

and the dead of the dawn

with the all-white ones

and unresolved

their lips

thoughtfully

redeemed

but don't stand

to stare

their hazy beauty

never you

because it is hollow

and windless

even if you're not drunk

they will return

in your ears

to tilt

and with the lures

of courage

and obscene

their disgrace

they will bend you