A darkstar nasturtium (the
secret part of the dream)
S I R E N
ambulance or something mythic
like Chinatown underwater.
I have stood on the street there w/my
chow mein & notebook
& a 24 oz. can of Modelo Especial
in a brown paper bag.
The weather swept up the coast from south of here
coming in off the water
(driven it would seem
by sea creatures
who resemble devatas
from some sandstone carving
but with seaweed in their hair
& a pair of damp sunglasses
to hide their incendiary eyes
from those like me who would
like to know
regardless & so across the wet
concrete & iron
the hollow stone steps that
lead to fog plumes & forgetfulness
dark overcast skies drill down
a spit of drizzle
& the gulls fly backwards