Bop dada sunglasses begging a corner of sunlight

An ocean sky minus a cold steel giveaway
sub-dialup vibrato in the harmonic pipes
turquoise travelogue of debris strewn beach netherworlds
lotus blossoms rotting on the bottom of a motel swimming pool
(the built-in Buddhist chill factor

dead neon tiki ashes scattered in the wind

One thing leads & another follows
that’s the message here in S.Cruz waiting to be decoded
like a 12 volume suicide note fully loaded & bound in lead