Call Me Maximus_______

I

How abstract, the word

form over

rides con

tent

the making of this city in blue

the lakeshore inhabitants and

fronds, where on had been.

this migration of the rich,

my soak - Gloucester is out

fish is funning thin

Here tuna run thick

with climate, we , the

sea coast and the military

batter

verse now 2009, weak

with fibrous muscle

tongue and masturbation.

CITY COMPOSITION, implant

here, the old oak on elm

street where we meet, this

the colored bow of light

You, you damned

SAN DIEGO!

Do not move more instant on

another, the translucent film

over yr eyes at any sort of

dawn.

II

Names, names

yeh,

     right here where the line

is borne

you six foot eight fool, w/ glasses

to myself, i have had to learn the simplest

things first - which made fer

difficulties

even at sea i was slow, to get the hand out,

or to cross a dry deck.

the sea was not, finally, my purchase

III

This, SAN DIEGO county

of kayaks and schools

the vomit we call home

of the bones and mucus,

this as hellish thicket,

the bank the sea creates.

second mention, the fished

bones as i drink a KINGFISHER

beer, straight from India.

How separation in now reacts,

the chemical, the chaotic whereabouts

of the flower in the field, the city

sea on scales, writhing

You, ARTS! in her stomach

as serpent,

we, the knowledge and accept, but

not with action.

yeh,

      mother earth alone

and w/ death.

Thomas Trudgeon is a third year undergraduate student at  UC San Diego where he studies literature and writing. He is currently working on his fourth chapbook called "After Spicer."