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itchy mouth

14 Saturday Sep 2024

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But the language of sharks is difficult

enough to master. Few try. Few can boast,

without pheromones, or La Mer’s occult

craft, that they grok a gill flap’s flutter; most

basic sound in their ten-million year old

tongue. Their poems unfold in waves, music

few of us No-gills can fathom. I told

that joke once to a Queen Mum, a mystic

Itchy Mouth, who chortled. Get a Queen Mum

to laugh, love, and the Seven Seas are yours

until, for a bowl of soup, ten-million

years are snuffed out. Just like that: going numb

in the surf, calling and … Stand on the shores

of all the seas. Call. None will answer. None.

sea salt’s ire

09 Monday Sep 2013

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The sea calls, hark! the shark hears but does not
obey. Some spells forbid the use of squid,
no one’s lord. Use a martyred whale, nets caught
in her baleen. Or a seahorse’s kid,
poisoned in the surf. We banished starfish,
seals, the bizarre man-of-war. The oceans
die and no one will heal them. The eel’s wish
is not Eros’. The octopus shuns
you. Let the otter, lover of sins,
guide you. Grind the skull of a gull, rub it
and salt’s ire, seashell’s grief, rage from seaweed
into a dolphin-toothed blade. Sea pagans
shall drown. Raise a turtle’s devil. Now split
the surf. Come aid the sea in its dire need.