see salty sea, man, see

tonight at the pool halls,

circling sharks eyeball

hooks that dangle--

sharp, waiting to rust.

shut up about age, oil spills, weather and logging.

just murmur at the soft spot

on my neck and yes and yes and

another switchback lager, please.

someday i'll be a shark:

deadly, unblinking. steady...aim...

for now i spend my time near land.

caught in the breakwater, his bed, his favorite bar.

someday i'll win back my money,

stop fishing and swim.

but for now, i'll chum the wake

and look back, hoping to see...

horticultured

what would you do

if someone sprayed pesticide

on our glossolalia blossom?

how does one strangle a blog?

feed it stats from a textbook index?

...unless it's an economics blog.

blogonomics.

ecoblogistics.

or just plain logistics.

weeds come from seeds.

and that must be true--

Internet just sed it.