Where I got my start

Trimming them
Trimming all of them

and I haven't a clue
I got no idea

of how to cut this

much less of what I'll encounter
under these cheap straw hats

and these swept up coiffures

there's a call
on the phone outside
the Surfside Store
It's for you

crash it's the ocean
and in the phone booth

time bleeds
listening to
many conversations

all going on at once

you are crawling
you are using up

your last breath

all the world
that belongs to you

all at once

cloudy glass booth
sad old spiderwebs
in the upper reaches

long ago woven
for midnight insects
from summers past

Ariadne confined

a stupid geometry
food for ghosts

looking like a condom

that could fit Mr. Machine

smeary with seaspray

the ocean achieving climax

every minute andahaff

for all eternity

ha ha.

some partner
that rascally shoreline.