the allsauce

Scud, two okta, sudden shadows.
The clicked-shut jaw.
The chocked wheel.
Flyspeck, horseradish: smart.
Cinnamon glissandos of the pelicans.
Let's spade off logic. Come to love like auks.
Outfox a doctor. Be least auklets.
Dauntless, nimble in all elements.

I was low as a plover in foam.
Not very smart. I interviewed siphonophores
to see if I was missing anything.

"Pull up a chair, puer magnus.
Noble Agnes, too; how do you do?" (Who?)
"Dorcas, shine his shoes; hello; adieu; shoo, law.
Lungfish tea? Ocean slaw?
(We're not so parsimonious you'll dine on chicken cheeks.)
The iodine-dark dulse has dried for weeks.
Seine-like blooms of language cup the sea.
They'll drag you just as helpless as wet bees.
Then you'll make goon hoots, too;
You'll sound just like the cowbirds scolding heaven
with their candor and how-do.
Go up and sound a few."

The tidepools serve a broken sauce of sun,
the estuaries tick with schools of drum.
Ah blessed fathers. Merciful viaticum.