machine sea riff

ugh from over the far morbay that blackback starkfells into spluts
of early birdscold a monstrous inching inthing that ingrew
in lifts of silent drubdead.a waiting grew in-again and ingrew
until over all.the cock and cocklefield was a mainshout pulked

all-ending the lowscrats in their long-hauled ruggers lugged hard.
the gutwives widing the redroll to belift the men the drymen
acres to the barrel-beaches with the uncut catch inwarped.
fishimps and ghosts sidelaying low as low for Jamaico on the

eastlandic scottles of west herringbane and chinee soup
schlocked in-out in a second of hemp drabingers menwomen
from the near-sea teeters.a washup iglooed up in rubs
on a southbeach known by no one.his/her face disglued

the songs of how they wore their sea-sucks unscrewed
now from his beachheart and heave-head for the Cathay tubs

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