Why Does The Ocean Calm Us?
Curled knees, a
Faithful sea dog
Lapping feet,
Comfort foam
Hugs toes. We
Come for sand
Out like seasons
Back like a cat
Sin wave,
Or just waves;
Welcome
and goodbye
Slow wink sun
Looks out
Indifferent
Azures umbras emerald
Deep wet. Or
Almost black, like
When red
Diaphanous eyes
Close at midday. Later,
The moon
On water;
Poems ephemeral
Light
Kisses
From full
Faced sun
Or murky
As eye
Crud
Stand with damp
Toe nails
Watching nothing,
When really watching
Everything.
It’s
Nature’s static
Chanel
Always moving in
Arrhythmic rolls
Cardiac familiar
Woosh—my right ventricle
But
Curse death hooks
Disrespectful undertaking
Let the beasts
Sleep
Let the creatures
Be
Such we
Can chart
High and
Low
But always know
Of the calm
And still
We throw guillotine nets,
Puke micro death
Rubbish
Keep hairs over
Splitting atoms. And
never once asked:
Does the ocean want us anyway?
En Gard
Butt butt butt
much like
putt putt putt
You flew to float
than swam
with Weird Fishes
picked over by the worms
nibbling at your toes
And little seahorses pulling
at your sheets
riding into dreams
of an underwater Queen
with infinity breath
and sun set hair
I was born under black cats
Good Black Friday
Spooky signs (of)
a little Houdini
Magyar magic
And I like, the porcupine
bits of most things
Squeaky hinges
Cock eyed bats
& the gaps around
apostrophes
Tell me
of your
squinty eye visions
And
upside downside
Cheshire Cat grins
Spoke me of large juicy berries
Phobias of balloons
Whet the page with
loose-est
word drool
Bitten corners
and
fret buzz
-
The child next door
Has a cap gun
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
I can hear them go off
KS B31
Swords
Fjords
Such
Strange
Words
Like numerals:
One
&
Three
)))
Kind of bent shapes
Like little
Sticks
Of leaning in
///
Or
out \\\
Just ahead of the present /
/
Tippy toes back
Head for/word
Numerical arms
Swinging around
Ticking
Or hot thin salty potato chips
And curves of winding roads
Spring’s
Bell will well
rings
soon
(S)words
Fjords
Such funny
words
Just like strange
People.