Mithus Goa

barges carry ore
no more
what does an ocean care
about lighthouses
that now jail pedophiles

in this land
plankton get together
to gobble up shark
and crabs mutate
into a butter fried mess

gypsy girls
have runaway breasts
and improbable accents
they come
with beads for sale

beached and fossilized
is the whale
rusted the cannon
staring out
at river meeting sea

the plumber
still bids me a colonial adios
he is old school
experiments saunter
out of closets

in the vegetable market
aubergines are drooping wet
the goddess struggles
with cheap plane tickets
sweeper women talk
prawn scales into mobile phones

the pavement is mossy wet
you will have to be guided
by my elbow
even as you gingerly
tread the wharf
to fish for whatever it is
that you wish

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