Imported shoreline is washed away each year
Feet in the truckferried grains,
stump of an ankle when you walk.
How far to dig in the backyard mash
before we hit the packed sand.
Can we bury this animal
deep so other animals won't come.
Soon another storm will come.
Just wrap them around yourself, you can't
put your arms around the romance of a storm.
Fake romance w/you and the storm.
Trace the outline of the sea,
your spine growing crooked
your eyes rolling up.
Only 15% of a wave is the visible part.
I swim here but not long
The cataclysmic iron-scented air
Remember the cigarettes stolen during storms in more vivid detail
than the ones in good weather
unjust personal memory
wriggling on the end of the hook
You know the hook.
You miss so much of your own life
Bank account drawn
Face drawn crying
& the face behind it too shaky to render
More than X years of my life I have had this artistic pressure
to do super well and it all started there
in the lifted offices of Florida
Show your ass
Learn the Arabic of line & meter
get good evaluations
Get a good book idea
there is an alligator in every ditch in Florida
You can be a good book writer and still get eaten and chewed.
Fake romance w/you and the alligator.
The novelist would save the headline.
and could have been yours
I am not a stripper
I am not a pillhead
I am an alligator-headed book writer digging a hole in the backyard
Fake romance w/me and the shovel
Look how well I can use tools
Don't you trust me to record this