Skimming Along the Surface of the Matter

These days I skim along the surface
floating and swimming in the upper inches
no snorkel and of course no weights and tanks.
No clever bottom views for me, no sneaky stinging jellyfish
no broken veins and vessels just below the surface of the matter.
Floating along beneath the heady balmy moist warm sun
I hear splashing out beyond the breakers.

Do not drill down through soft torn pieces.
Don't you touch that swollen, stick-like thing,
tucked in the muddy bottom feeding maw;
I said don’t stir it up!
Silty billowy mud-swarms up like acrid dirty arson smoke,
Spewing fires at the ragged edge of town,
Freight train blowing, parallaxing paraphrasing paralyzing

Hush!

Soft waves lapping like they said they did.

Skimming Along Lexington Avenue