Indonesian Dock Sucking Supreme - Carla Bley

January February March

Or July

A moth’s eyes here can

Paralyze you to the thighs

Sea sprays the beach

Bends palms in desire

Turn their hearts to oil

Underwater

There’s nothing much budging

There’s the barnacle crowd

Positing one order

On another

Awaiting what never comes

But only returns

Even the end

Minding in the ocean

Better a lot

Of what’s wrong

Than a little

Of what’s right

Better a lot

Of what’s wrong

Than a little

Of what’s right

What you get

What there is

To be gotten

Indonesian dock sucking supreme