Maybe Ocean Street

painted luminous by seastones
& candlelight
                              some deep transparent green
              shadow that claims
                                                the serrated idea
                              of another junkie sunset
              along the edge of the sand
                                                & silver foam
bleached blonde vato language
              & a sea breeze to hear it through
mists of Golgotha all Santa Cruzed & dim
                              will rehearse your eyes against it
impenetrable as the movie version
                                                now playing at the Deepsea Drive-In