I was born at the North Pole

              A case of beer in the trunk of a
                                                Pontiac Tempset
                              totally Shakespearean
w/Coppertone tendencies
gone haywire as we drove north
                                                up the coast
              & vaporized in the sunset

                                                                numbers 1 thru 52

                              The neon mandolin tattoo & question mark
Louie-Louie ringtone in the cypress
w/a twelve string seabreeze chainsaw
all star-crossed & heavy
              piped in from a Tahitian seabluff mesa
                                                where your heart spins & mine
                              drops like a 12 pound rock

Had yet to place that midnight call
              all tangled in seaweed & harmonicas
There must be a thousand ways to strike a shadow
                                                against the floodlit pavement
                              & just as many reasons for the stars to
              spill out like a bottle of pills
                                                                across this iron slab of sky