finning sharks on garbage island
1.
“the ceremony of innocence is drowned”
so many sad people on prozac in NYC
that the municipal water supply tests
positive for the drug, meanwhile we’re
drinking piss, is what it amounts to, &
no one seems much happier, not from
here & we’re trying so damn hard here:
four punk scenes in one night & two
eyes like the cigarettes we don’t care
about: ashing out; heart too much like
history’s fist on the door of the home,
wanting free, impossible remunerations
and love; a younger cock to fuck with.
which is why we came out in the first
place, cashed the checks and bought
the beers, got dumb comme d’habitude.
2.
“the blood-dimmed tide is loosed”
five hundred for the fin, on average,
3,000 hooks on 60 miles of line & a
few sharks/mile, hardly a percentage
after gas and snacks the take is shit
and then the cut, the uncles & guns.
we leave six out of seven fins as is,
so it could be worse: just the dorsal -
one quick slice, foot on the trunk &
pushing overboard, fin wet in hand
& then another – nothing happening,
not even on the bottom, fish piling up
like gummi bears in coke – fuck ‘em,
no god in the eyes blinking sideways
like sinners & teeth. dumb fish really,
wouldn’t eat the soup if you paid me.
3.
“a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi“
if you look at the edges of your everyday
map, the one with europe like a monkey
on the head of the african subcontinent
you’ll find it – the north pacific gyre, that
last being a word you might remember from
Yeats, if it sounds at all familiar. basically,
in this gyre is what you’d find in any cracks
or edges, except: the ocean calm. no sharks,
no fish. just a chemical slurry, 1,000 pieces
of plastic for every 1 plankton – and on the
edges of that, some fish eating plastic, and
so on, & upwards, until – surfeited on seal –
the oldest choke on toxic milk (Aaniajunga-
I am sick) & eggs puff out with lifeless semen,
preformed like we’d predicted in the 1600s:
4.
“surely some revelation is at hand”
history!
gelded but revived with neustonic plastics,
which is just a fancy way to say we went &
sharked ourselves: finless, full off prozac.
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Posted on 29 September 2009 at 6:34 pm
great work! i’m wondering about all the calmed and quelled fish out to sea now.
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