poetry forsooth floats human harbor's better
climes, amid dank dredging's sea-baptized
detritus, whittled perspective wood -shredders,
saw quohog & seasoned salts, capsized;
poetry forsooth fleets flounder schools sleeker,
able to jet unjittered---- thru coral razors
in sentence bubbles ......evasion's art meeker
as bait glows or feigns, hiding small lasers;
poetry forsooth claws nebulae from the net
allowing humans to catch what gods only get
rare trappings of mind, as prescient yet
drapes flesh over horizon, a personal pet;
poetry forsooth clams all Thing all so deep,
butter bay washings, my chowder of sleep.
12-15-17
mt tabor Oregon
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