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the headland slobs for weed,
the chicken of the sea
go yak! they sleep—
Aroar, aroar, arah, aroo—
Otter me otter me daughter me sea
—me last blue lagoon inside of
me, the sea—Divine is the
substance all over the Sea—
Of space we speak &
hasten—Let no mouth
swallow the sea—Gavril—
Gavro—the Cherson Chinese
& Old Fingernail sea—Is
ringin yr ear? Dier, dee?
Is Virgin you trying to
fathom me

Tiresome old sea, aint you sick
& tired of all of this merde?
this incessant boom boom
& sand walk—you people
hoary rockies here to Fuegie
& never get sad? Or despair
like a German phoney?
Just gloom booboom & green
on foggy nights—the fog is part
of us—
I know, but tired
as I can be listening to all
this silly majesty—
Bashô!
Lao!
Pop!
Who is this fish
sitting unsunk? Run up
a Hawaii typhoon smash him
against his rock—We’ll jelly you,
jellied man, show you essential
jello of the sea—King
of the Sea.