Sliding toward Sandy Hook

I am inclined seaward.
Tilted at my desk
with my hair
saltwater soaked.
Seaweed, of course.
There’s a mussel in each ear.
and a starfish sucking on my nose.
Five equal segments hath the starfish.
No heart, nor brain, nor eyes.
And yet I find
its tube feet
with their remarkable vascular system
dragging me off into the deep.

7 thoughts on “Sliding toward Sandy Hook”

  1. I think the mussels line is totally, like, get rid of it man. So cutesy. Just cut it out, listen:
    Seaweed
    of course.
    And there’s a starfish
    splayed on my nose.
    I think “sucking” is cutesy too. Sorry. I’m a little drunk tonight.
    Don’t ya love it when some Polack rewrites your poems for ya?
    Michael

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  2. Michael: Actually, I do!
    Nice to hear from you. This one is still in process. Will work on it more tonight. So who knows, I may yet make your changes and take all the credit…..
    -Cecil

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  3. I thought this one was fantastic. There are so many wordplays going on. I’d keep it as is. I wish I could get out of the confines of prose poems and do this!

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  4. Yeah well I wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of posting anything if I didn’t love it in the first place. Whenever I like something, I get this urge to fiddle with it so that I’ll like it even more. Of course it makes things worse more often than not.
    But I still think the mussels are cutesy. So boo.

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