The journey down a spiral–
vacationing down Calypso’s braids of coral,
her beaches release faster
than a gallon of plaster.

An envelope, ovary of tomorrow,
holds transmissions of sorrow
from the bad, scrambled brain of trailer citizen
into Charybdis’ drain.

And the lotophagi, indefatigable,
ate the money too,
their hunger, unreasonable.

The crab and the conch can be used for the coin.
Seaweed nets can warm the cold groin.
Invention, necessity and comforts can align.


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