Trying to slash my wrist w/a spoon
I never staggered on the steps there
the wind hung up in the cypress grove
Women tumble beneath their tattoos
offered up to the god of medicine
several voices
(underlined in red)
& a hammer of gulls
ascending
ocean colored eyes
Aztec neon
refrigerators full of opium dreams
& seaweed
Adios
spinning your wheels you fishtail outside Neptune’s
Ding Repair Shop on the shadow side of the
pier
where I paddle a 9’6” Yater Spoon (step deck)
out into the final scene
feeling just like Su Tung-p’o
on methamphetamine