Jack Spicer - Thing Language lyrics

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.