sky grasp (poem)

"my grasp of the sky is tenuous
yet the sea, it is so so so"
with that
he hopped in a boat and sailed to the tip
of the Strait of the Isles
In Z-land
(strombulently so)
Linda, the psychic squirrel
wrote surreptitioulsly lucid pornography
on the stern of the boat
hiding her glasses
under her sternum
mumbling about tepid tea and bottled drinks
orange like the sea
paper hats hidden as prizes in the packaging

kaw