―That’s not the story your partner told us.
―Oh, was that the one about the hooker with dysentery?
The hidden faces of the Maya
the kindness of strangers
& some kind of poetic mercenary take
like did you say “Rambo”
or “Rimbaud”?
I was replaying Apocalypse Now in my head
Bill Kilgore, a goofy foot
“What do you know about surfing, soldier,
you’re from goddamn New Jersey”
as is Jim Thomas of The Mermen
but surf music is
Dock Boggs & Lou Reed
as well as the secret soundtrack to The Fall of America
by Allen Ginsberg
minus the beach at Golgotha
from a distance stained by my poetry
but then Ginsberg liked my poems
he told me so
was he just being kind?
That was years ago, I was a different person
I did the hula in my sleep
listening to Psycho Killer
& dreaming about tsunamis
The dreams are the same but
now I do a surf ghetto watusi
& Art Pepper plays Straight Life