Flagship

Shirts fitted for cages
A sheet used to be just fine
Draping a carcass
Leaving room for the eye to hook
Now tailored -
Designed so well
It's a luxury car
And don't even get started on the upholstery
New calf with double stitching
Hidden seams and lightly dimpled
Getting from here to there
Never had it so good

Back in Mystic
There are clams to wash
Scungilli to snatch
Gamberetto crawling into holes
Kicking up dirt
Puffing out their murky screen
Like a shadowy chest
Minerals catching the bounce of light
Coming down, down, down
To sift through silt
Making gold
And playing house

Above -
A sail full of lightning juice
Gulping up the tension
No ropes tied to birds
No fish trailing in baskets
Just a sliced horizon
Open and bleeding:
Salt and hydrogen

In the parking lot:
Nitrogen bathes in starchy silence
Growing candy crunch
Sipping from steam pipe
Directly
and gritting back with glean
To start as a swimmer
And end as a diver
Is a disease
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