THE GULF
Beach tar on the soft
humidity of bruisesssssa passing wave lifted me
face flush with its surface
I woke earlysssssssss s without memorysssss sa doll's face
I woke earlyssssssss ss I remembered
the morning changed color on the wall
and the others also waking
ssssssssssssssssssssssssss ssssss noise from the dumpster
sssssssssssssssssssssssssss ssss san arm wrapping on a spool
sssssssssssssssss how in the market
tones raised themselves in helix, stacking
selling food
machines that eat food
a cat watched discerningly
followed us with even steps along a wallsss in the gulf skeins were
ss loosed
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss nets billowing what swims
we lay resting drinks on our stomachs
the cold of the drink ran through me like a pole
we were thinking again: bull or matador?
water flexed many spinessssss ss swhat glides
