i thought
my nose
knew
ocean
had moved
to town -
finds that
piece of my face
it spits with cold -
winds squall
in salt tangs that
pinch pieces of me
i hang out of the
window
at work
watch ocean
race
the tarmac down
to the veggie shop
surfing with oysters
anemones and
rock pools that pull at
my feet
with cold -
ocean comes
flying ocean wants
me back me back me back
me backme backme back
meback meback meback
meback
meback
meback
me back
my cheeks are
sea-apples
busy flood bursts
through glass and wood
in my mouth
in my head
in my ears
i gasp i choke
i swallow surprised
my thoughts
make me
love the water in my eyes
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
