sleepwalking the palisades
UNLACE THE FLAMES
& rusty drill-bits
The horizon’s a Mexican suicide
still breathing
as we get bent on
night stars, Ventura radio
& the turquoise narrative
strumming the tide
all over the map of forever
punching holes in your
aura which includes pearl blossoms,
seagulls, mariachis, raingutters,
trombone skeletons, foglights,
mermaids
& every blade of sand