I HAVE NEVER CROSSED
THE MAJOR SEAS
There must be a place where people go to hide;
like those milk-carton kids a long time ago. Beings
in places never heard from again. If Ceasar went
to Ceasaria, and Romulus to Rome, I figure I
should be OK in Jersey City, or maybe Gary,
Indiana. I have never crossed the major seas;
I have no idea what makes a hunch-back;
I marvel still at the Marvelettes; and
my mind is a junk-heart ocean.
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