Friday, November 8, 2013

A CHILD'S DAY ON THE DEEP, BLUE SEA


Morro Rock





Nothing would stay put in those heaves. 
They stabbed and stuck, with spiny gills
and needle-like teeth; sharp fins sheared
through burlap--I wanted to murder
them there.  Lingcod gorged
on snapper even in my sack,
tails protruding
from insatiable maws,
heads stuck
in dead throats--and me,
with hopeless legs, clinging
to the railing
while the deckhand chuckled,
and the whole world rolled,
unable to leap into the waves.



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