Poetry Wednesday

do not drink the SeaWater

a great shell
and a milk pitcher
a great shell filled from the milk pitcher
the sound of the ocean
the sound of white
foam
the sound of white
foam
in the great shell
in the greatpinkshell
the sound of the ocean
in the milk pitcher
the taste of the ocean
in the milk pitcher.
the whitefoamocean
in the greatshell
the taste of white foam.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

About the Days
from Joshua Beckman's Something I Expected to be Different

Geniuses throwing themselves
in front of subway cars

Montauk with its cold waves
its quiet waterfront

Your initial sense is that things here
are desperate, desperate

Jones Beach
Long Beach
Fire Island

That people want to get away
can be read in their faces
offer Diana
offer her some sort of love
is what my all-too-small heart is saying
though I don't love her, offer

Diana spread like a newspaper and flew
to Coney Island and from Coney Island flew
like a newspaper away

Jones Beach
Long Beach
Fire Island

And when she was gone
it is just as they say
she was gone

Are geniuses everywhere?

This is why I press my lips

to you because of questions.