Nausea

Wave after wave
gushes foam.

Not yellow
but bitter toward all other colors

the way yellow
is.

Small creatures with claws
writhe in the wet sand

while the waves make noises
like the endless breaking

of stained glass.
The rotted cabbage of the tide

fumes in a high sun
and the water heaves

and reels
from vertigo,

blind and spinning
on its unbelievable bowels.

The gagging lid of water
opens and closes

up and down the shore
with its mouth full of spit,

its guts knotted up.
The waves gush foam,

sensitive
and raging.

The earth
never stops spinning.