"One for me and one for the sea"...A poem lived in the Poconos

--ONE FOR ME AND ONE FOR THE SEA --

One for me and one for the sea
yes, I am the sea
and give to the needs
these needs are weeds
and I'm pedaling a freezing
dreaming wind like I've never
once seen nor have my nostrils
struggled to suck through
pulsating water bubbles while the
expert organs search for oxygen
in some other unknown pulsing
frenzious activity.

Give me bathes and showers.
Give me a stinking surroundance
of all I can stand it's everythijng
I pull with a tow. Ripping throughways
I've canvassed rails.
I've paddled too close to rushing
rivers and opened my mouth
Felt droplets splash against
my front teeth and
pooling oceans

Bring towels, coolers, fools, towers,
frowns, suits, rudeness, advertisements,
planes too close too shores, low flying
vessels nestled to the steaming sand
hanging right over that severed sevent five percent

Ah Gosh! we know nothing. But what is there to
know but nothing we've not yet learned or what
not to know. I know you and remove and recycle
my intelligence.