These Seaside Verses

three brothers fishing how marvelous i turn to a friend who is still on the bottom of a slow line a pathetic bubble drunk they pulled him out with a pastry hook something said maya tradition fashioned for bringing back fishing more no husband some home he had pasty look in humidity look white like coral bleached canned vegetable colors foil turquoise hands creamy, humid cupid’s thighs rag-cloth mouth left open to veil soft face So recently vigil Virgil’s dark ascent to heaven hecho en mono mas