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194BIG SUR

Leave it to the light
Concern yourself with supper,
& an eye

somebody’s eye—a wife,
a girl, a friend, an animal
—a blood let drop—
he for his sea,
he for his fire,
thee for thy desire

“The sea drove me away
& yelled ‘Go to your desire!’
—As I hurried up the valley
It added one last yell:-
‘And laugh!’”

Even the sea cant stop me from
writing something to read in my old age
—This is the chart of brief forms,
this sea the briefest—Shish yourself—
After scaring me like that, Mar,
I'll excoriate yr slum—yr
iodine weeds & slime hoops,
even yr dried hollow seaweed
stinks—you stink all over—
Boom—Try that, creep—
The little Monterey fishingboat
glides downward home 15 miles to go,
be home to fried fish & beer b’five—
It guides the sea its bird routes—
—Silver loss forever outward
—From blue sky of human bridges
to the massive mawkcloud sea center
heap—to the gray—
Some boys call it gunboat blue,
or gray, but I call it
the Civil War of Rocks
—Rocks ‘come air, rocks come water,
& rock rocks—