This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry. The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to. A drop
Or crash of water. It means
Nothing.
It
Is bread and bu*ter
Pepper and salt. The d**h
That young men hope for. Aimlessly
It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No
One listens to poetry.