Cross the Line

Every scrap written left behind
Paper helicopters versus the pathology of
breakfast
              (a piece of egg, tortilla, cheese, cerveza
& the blue sparkle beckoning
                              edged in milkwhite foam

Some impulsive homage I suppose
within the stoke & not to be written is perhaps
a proper legacy
              navigates the slow moon kelp pipe tide
gatorade pools tobacco stained algae
                              the rubble of Carthage

or Hermosa Beach & that same lost
              look an undersea gaze all ribboned w/turquoise
in the tsunami shorebreak diaries
                              sketched upon pages of wet sand