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198BIG SUR

Dhikkus? Dhikkus!
What raft mailed Mose
to the hoven dovepost?
What saved Blackswirl
from the Kidd plank?
What Go-Bug here?
Seet! Seeeeeeeeeee
eeeeee—kara—
Pounders out yar—

Big Sur they call this sand
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw—
My salt maw shall salvage
Taylors—sewing in the room
below—

Sewing weed shrat for hikers
in the milky silt—
Sewing crosswards
for certainty—Sartan
are we of Price Victory
in this salt War with thee
& thine thee jellied yink!
Look O the sea here called
Pacific Sea!
Taki!

My golden empty soul’ll
outlast yr salty sill
—the Windows of my jelly eye
& fish head muck look out on thee,
slit, with cigar-a-mouth,
some contempt—
Yet I hie me to see you
—you hie thee to eat
me—Fair in sight