Efi Hatzimanolis #276 still here

stoke and block
these unstructured feelings rolled in day's thieving ways
with bad nights
  pitching into fine mornings -
neither time nor space count
the storms making landfall today or the one wave
  torn off a resting ocean -
whether there's gristle
in your teeth or
a mouthful of thistle,
your tongue's a take away