keiji adachi's cocktail

no sugar in the sea. at the palate she's dry,

dry as fishbones. dry as fishtails

under breakneck gales from the arctic

hitting land at the orkneys,

ice at heart. there they are! lean as whips.

hair of air hiss, fizz washed mammal breasts.

see their blueish green, their greenish clean

immorality. drink sin.


Published on  September 7th, 2016