Sunday, December 2, 2007

flotsum



My thoughts are not so deep


anymore


like a tide ebbing


their surfaces steadily receding


drawn away from shore


by the constituents of my life


my son at university


his excogitations swim


like Kierkegaardian sharks


dorsal fins slicing the surf


snapping the backs of schooling ideas


with a confident head shake


swallowed in chunks


by rows of replenishable teeth


shards of flesh and scale


left in his wake


while


my boats lay listing in mud


moored to piers casting shadows across their decks


an insurance bill flops about exposed rocks


gills breathing in the terrible oxygen


oystercatchers loud and obvious


stab thick orange beaks at aspirations


hunkered in their shells


gelatinous globs of amorphous phylum


slowly dehydrate in the evening sun


further down the beach


washed up


carried by current from depths that never knew light


a giant squid


milky eye the size of a full moon on the horizon


will be collected by Japanese scientists


studied and dissected


wherein they will find


the half digested body


of a great white


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