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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Zero Effect

Love’s ragged knocking
at a door in the sea
shredding the opulent ocean air
put the words there

that much closer
for all I know
& not much more

dancing through the turquoise
& the hard luck land of crimson
sunset back to Holyweed just
to say “adios” one more time

                                                  blank spaces like
                                                  this all over waiting to be filled
                                                  in with words

Insoluble gray-white vistas
              returned to silver, to smoke
dependent upon a parallel vocabulary
                              the shuffle of glass cards
on the horizonless horizon
              that later you can’t deny
hardwired to the pavement
                              driven down
into the sand

a skeleton hand reaching in
to light your cigarette at just the
wrong moment say when we’re
doing a tango to the blare of
an ambulance siren
              & it’s like listening to the voice of
God echoing
                              in an empty 24 oz. Tecate can
              smeared w/lipstick