Late into the night and under the influence of Wallace Stevens and a short story about the aborted love life of the Creature from the Black Lagoon, I wrote this poem. It’s a little quirky, a little bizarre, a little silly.
O monsters of the sea
in the salty womb of your mother–
Sneak away, sneak away
split the slit like a pomegranate
and skulk along the beach tonight–
Wrack the wharf and wreck the pier
at all the frightened faces jeer
and join me for a cup of coffee.