Beachcomber

Beachcomber

(after George Mackay Brown)


Monday I found a high-heeled shoe.

Weed slime and tan leather.

I gave it back to the sea, to stumble in.


Tuesday a head of hair.

Next summer

it will devastate the coastline.


Wednesday a half-bottle of Absolut vodka.

I washed my eyes.

The sky was shiny with sea-birds and angels.


Thursday I got nothing,

a fish-head,

damp socks and wind-lashed skin.


Friday I shook a mermaid’s purse,

tipped rotten sea-stink from it

the way smell can be tipped from empty spaces.


Saturday my lover’s cock.

Arching friendly and warm

amongst the sea-anenomes.


Sunday, for fear of someone else’s god

I hoard amber, lapis, moonstone.

What’s heaven? A sea-chest with a thousand bold stones.


pebbles

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