I carry in my am - / tambourine bird
chance the pubescent overboard sky

I like floors I like gulls
the fog obscenity arrival
take a number fog everywhere
h e a r d
precious big s p o k e s f o g
not simply sex loneliness and the beach
finespray night or day but blank
when fog was a boy cloud
in the old mist tradition
oh what run to run for nothing
pier ass l o n e l y s e a
who's turn to run the c u t
beach run with rain
once upon a time there was no watcher
fog eating rock

soft as this a-way

and that a-w a y