For Anselm, Jane & the Shape-Shifters in the Backyard

“The Poems” done buckled under
a line of coke
              that wasn’t there
we had other fish to burn
                              & imitation basmati rice
a medium mushroom jail cell
              we shall escape from
                              in time

Diesel heat in Colorado
              but already skating my way back to
California in my head
                              carrying along with me
Crime School, The Bhagavad Gita,
Aloha Blues

& a little leftover Ezra Poundcake