CHICKEN of the SEA.
A wingless chicken floats
above the depths of
briny wash.
Without, the placeless atmosphere breathes hotly
on white goosebumps which point upward, out,
and back around.
Swirving in a chicken sea of salty, watered yellow soup,
Swirving in a chicken sea of salty, watered yellow soup,
a tailspin bowls him clockwise, (sucking oil beads loose,
in rows, that wave most nervously behind).
It has bombarded him with seaweed [sailing salad,
It has bombarded him with seaweed [sailing salad,
navigating on a meatless soup].
Chicken/see the point in sky
Chicken/see the point in sky
thru' narrow tunnel at your ear.
Nor spoons, nor metal stirring rods
scratch 'round such thundrous doomsdays as
unquestionably end-all as you think you hear.
A sparkle on the WIDE LIGHT BLUE,
MOST DIMLY SEEN FROM SOGGY PERCH;
Unfeathered, hopeless, crying bird,
in a wine-dark maze, without his head,
In vain attempts to squawk aloud.
In vain, the muffled snorts re-echo
to the airy lid.
As Giant Woman peers from lifted tin:
The little chicken paddles
through the yellow wash, in circles,
near the cold-gray walls of metal
near the cold-gray walls of metal
of the soup pan he is in.