as the sea exhales after each breath of wave
the slippery waterocks slide beneath the shoreline

thousands of tiny black spiders in squiglin’ rhythms unaligned guard their beach
no baptizing dips is ever easy to reach

wrote a friend back in the fall that I’d been driven to noise
well I have a stone I picked up outta the sand in Carmel

ain’t much different from the one I found near the lighthouse
the greedy gulls swarming the fish boat comin’ in behind the buoy tender

‘s just something that’ll sink to the bottom
hell, there’s a desert where the ocean used to be