Unplugged Ocean

It washed the if perfect
do I collect
its late hair
seaweed held
stalked eyes gawking
as I was
walking along edges
sometimes yes
permuations of the surface
the light barriers
when late I
thought I
covered you
at last a thought
you'd tilt a parrot
in funny dreams
at my wayward sulk
so fix me when love
goes on paws
not human feet
the wolf's very whole
I wanted you to
or else I thought
or was it mine
he's Greek the island
fragments own him


[but...]


of all the last places
one only was unsorry
and stood its mountain
in the middle of the road
old-fashioned
terribly unworried
that mountain
it did a pirouette
in the middle of the my death
I was embarrassed
and upstaged
kicking as ocean
does was saved
by that mountain