Ballast Mode

Weight, weigh me perpendonked
to the crusty iron earth.

We commune, this rock and I,
in sessions lessoned forge.
We build and gild and bilge our hulls
to empty out the crud.

Mortal pistle mortuary
our bodies rest their dud.
Fudnik trudgnik mottled bill
duckle buckle belt.

Rust on dust on death on dice
random olive tranch.
Enter sun and orbit verse
free from freedom's frets.

Given mass my ass my gas
my letters each burn heavy.
Giant pliant unrelenting
grav my self aplace.