Bongo Knock-Off

It may be possible to read the future
in the rocks & sand that close out
the shoreline
but it takes a lifetime to learn
to haunt the beach like a prehistoric seagull
sorting thru tangled strands of seaweed for
that last beer can & scoping the horizon
w/tricked-out eyes as the sky bends away
& the tide slides in beneath it
              a watery page in the Book of Nails
                              an outerwave demo w/oriental guitars
              a twilight flamenco theme still humming
              in the pipes as you zero-out
                                                on the incandescent haze