At Fort Point Channel, Boston, I observed for some months, or even seasons, a funny scene. As if from a lunch-break or a party (or if seagulls learned to read and steal credit cards), there was all weathered, an open book, some “plastic”, and a whole bunch of shellfish scraps! The glass of whiskey is my shorthand for that. “Porcopiscis” is from Vulgar Latin: “Hog-Fish”.
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