Why does the wind get the names of women
in Montauk, the windiest port of the East
Why Cambria, Thallassa Snatch, Penelope
Tiffany Blue, Cynthia Cuddletwat, and
these are not
real names, since most fishermen work
chance and superstition and have no names
for most of the things they see or fish
Because they think they see the wind?
And why's our dragger named after
two Matapoisset squaws? Hey you guys dancing
the rips this morning, whistling up a
and singing over the radio, why's the sea
You know the Montauk winter: anybody not
drunk is out fishing, working cold and
or down a church basement for a mean AA
where nobody's sober but the wife-beaters
and the wife-beaten and the grief-eaten
who left the city in rage to live by the
sea in rags,
who never made it to Key West, Sausalito
or came back, like me, to work for those
dealers in fish or drugs, who own the
boats and the women,
Who was Nashi?
Was she fair? Who
Did she come in the night with Criador
Who knew Purga, Suestado, Solano, Brusha,
that their names carried over centuries
When it's breezing up my captain Stuart
a little air is moving Mary, Mary his
There's something wrong with the wind.
It blows too much. It blows too strong.
Most fishermen fall overboard pissing
while failing to duck what's coming
Some piss their skins. A few on board
can't piss at all.
And the sea in praise of women fixes the
of the squall on your back and you come
ever so reluctantly, hoping to stay on
and you call the sky father and the earth
but the wind coming at you needs a name:
blue balls, the one you've married
in the ceremony of pissing and moaning.
When does the wind get another name?
It's a fair day for fishing
but for us it's fuck off & die at the
Goelet the seller
mentioning the alarm
which shorted a wire
burning nine months
just short of fire.
until flashers pronged
& the guy at the service station
tracing the blip for a week
& declared it dead.
the best car
I ever had,
which for once let me
ride the Hamptons
like the clothes
from the Ladies Village
Bargain Box, stuff the rich
and I wear
proud in my fashion
up from the underclass
and back down to it.
Allen Planz has published seven
books pf poetry, of which Dune Heath (Canios editions 98) is the
Recipient of two NEA's, two
NYSAF's, Planz is a licensed captain who will take 1-3 people
birding, light-tackle fishing or ecotouring the East End of Long
Island by boat or buggy.