Third Star from the Left

Whatever is going to happen
as though it already has
just a taste before we all
fall to the sandcarpet-paved parking
lot still clutching our sunglasses,
truth, beauty, “the
madness of art”
(like the man said)
schooled in the logic of lost shoes
slicing off yr ear w/an abalone knife
knocked from the loop
Welcome to Wrecking Ball Beach
& the space between yr swami hat & yr skull
whether you’re bumming a smoke, chasing
down a buzz, or fucking
in the afternoon w/the shades drawn
besieged by the pincushion sky