string fourteen

my name
goes behind
your name

*

see     this string’s
an umbilicus
between names

*

here      a conch we found
swimming to a sandbar
one evening,         1971

*

the rosy blush
to its helix
never fades

*

the words
change their shapes
now

*

in your mouth
“blue”
is difficult

*

mouth     moss
other     mother
nature

*

I find you
you find me
the conch

*

when I sleep,   you sleep
under a sandbar
swimming away

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To the Sea

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

Element
Hydrogen H2O
Oxygen H2O
Sodium NaCl
Chlorine NaCl
Magnesium Mg
Sulfur S
Potassium K
Calcium Ca
Bromine Br
At.weight
  1.00797
15.9994
22.9898
35.453
24.312
32.064
39.102
40.08
79.909
ppm
110,000
883,000
  10,800
  19,400
    1,290
       904
       392
       411
         67.3
  Element
Molybdenum Mo
Ruthenium Ru
Rhodium Rh
Palladium Pd
Argentum (silver) Ag
Cadmium Cd
Indium In
Stannum (tin) Sn
Antimony Sb
At.weight
0.09594
101.07
102.905
106.4
107.870
112.4
114.82
118.69
121.75
ppm
0.01
0.0000007
.
.
0.00028
0.00011
.
0.00081
0.00033
Helium He
Lithium Li
Beryllium Be
Boron B
Carbon C
Nitrogen ion
Fluorine F
Neon Ne
Aluminium Al
Silicon Si
Phosphorus P
Argon Ar
Scandium Sc
Titanium Ti
Vanadium V
Chromium Cr
Manganese Mn
Ferrum (Iron) Fe
Cobalt Co
Nickel Ni
4.0026
6.939
9.0133
10.811
12.011
14.007
18.998
20.183
26.982
28.086
30.974
39.948
44.956
47.90
50.942
51.996
54.938
55.847
58.933
58.71
0.0000072
0.170
0.0000006
4.450
28.0
15.5
13
0.00012
0.001
2.9
0.088
0.450
<0.000004
0.001
0.0019
0.0002
0.0004
0.0034
0.00039
0.0066
  Tellurium Te
Iodine I
Xenon Xe
Cesium Cs
Barium Ba
Lanthanum La
Cerium Ce
Praesodymium Pr
Neodymium Nd
Samarium Sm
Europium Eu
Gadolinium Gd
Terbium Tb
Dysprosium Dy
Holmium Ho
Erbium Er
Thulium Tm
Ytterbium Yb
Lutetium Lu
Hafnium Hf
127.6
166.904
131.30
132.905
137.34
138.91
140.12
140.907
144.24
150.35
151.96
157.25
158.924
162.50
164.930
167.26
168.934
173.04
174.97
178.49
.
0.064
0.000047
0.0003
0.021
0.0000029
0.0000012
0.00000064
0.0000028
0.00000045
0.0000013
0.0000007
0.00000014
0.00000091
0.00000022
0.00000087
0.00000017
0.00000082
0.00000015
<0.000008
Copper Cu
Zinc Zn
Gallium Ga
Germanium Ge
Arsenic As
Selenium Se
Krypton Kr
Rubidium Rb
Strontium Sr
Yttrium Y
Zirconium Zr
Niobium Nb
63.54
65.37
69.72
72.59
74.922
78.96
83.80
85.47
87.62
88.905
91.22
92.906
0.0009
0.005
0.00003
0.00006
0.0026
0.0009
0.00021
0.120
8.1
0.000013
0.000026
0.000015
Tantalum Ta
Tungsten W
Rhenium Re
Osmium Os
Iridium Ir
Platinum Pt
Aurum (gold) Au
Mercury Hg
Thallium Tl
Lead Pb
Bismuth Bi
Thorium Th
Uranium U
Plutonimu Pu
180.948
183.85
186.2
190.2
192.2
195.09
196.967
200.59
204.37
207.19
208.980
232.04
238.03
(244)
<0.0000025
<0.000001
0.0000084
.
.
.
0.000011
0.00015
.
0.00003
0.00002
0.0000004
0.0033
.

Brancusi

An oval in moonlight
sought out by a flashlight
but a flicker of the instant
mind like ethereal coffee
made from crystals
stirred in a cup

A woman’s bladed question
on the granite table
next to a marble face
oval of the pale head
It is an afterlife of the mind
a gift of ourselves given everywhere,
a flash of ourselves in stone

Smooth that it have an animal smoothness to the mind

The Moon Has a Lie in its Mouth

The moon
has a big mouth
and loses it
over time.
The cycle
of the amusement park
is the cycle
of many loves.
In winter,
the skeleton stands
out on the pier,
in the pier’s wind,
greyly before the sea
which is bluer then,
louder. The seagulls
left to organic food,
organic screams,
the natural murders
of the sea
that wash up,
shriek louder then,
more insistently.
They are as children
when they feel
a thoughtless leash.
That cacchination
comes of a
winter gull nihilism.
They are all
triggering each other
in a gunfight
of “who’s starving?”
What sounds laughter
at first
is actually hunger
poking a hole
in them, riddling sky.
All the summer people
have dissolved away
into air. The food
in their fat hands
cruel phantoms now.
The ghosts of french fries
and sugared donuts
are cruel, cruel.
When snow comes
one night,
there’s always a human ghost,
a single one,
down under the boardwalk
like a lonely figure
in a centuries old woodcut
staring at the white storm
taking the sand
before the blue storm
still roaring
waves ashore
through white
invisibility.
It is a lion
made of ice water.
There is white
laid down over
whiteness.
The beach
is a billion
minimalists
talking at once.
This place
that is not made
to be heard
or seen.
Inhumanly strong.
Let’s just go.
The moon
could be anywhere
by now.
Big mouth.
Little mouth.
No different.
The moon is no politician.
If it wants
to destroy you,
it will just do it.
It will just
flood your lover
with the fluid dynamics
of moonlight.
There are textbooks
from the middle ages
you can read
about the process.
Your lover will dash
towards the ocean,
swim in the ice
of otherness,
a piece
in a game of pieces.
You will be
left holding
the erotic bag
like a gladiator’s wife,
like a chump,
reduced beef
at 3 a.m.
in the all-night supermarket
where crab legs
tell their autobiography
on beds of ice
to eighty-year-old widows
counting the calories
of death.
Oh, the naturals wonders
of the sea
pulled by the moon,
but let’s be honest
as the horrible people
on television,
the moon is only
after itself.
The moon
shapes the earth
through being
insidious
as vegetation,
old mapmakers
or the police.
It leaves
the horizon
of the ocean
feeling beaten.
It slips the earth
come morning.
Leaves it here
for another night,
for it has
a night
to attend
in Tokyo,
among all those
dissatisifed
roof gardens.