Jimmy's Hawaiian Sword

                                      Ainsworth's 40

Side-slipping to China & back
as if to meet you half way

wondering how many lost souls you can
fit into the needle’s eye

half a shaved head w/hair on the side
listening to Wu Tang

you’ve got to love that seashell shine
cut along the edge of the morning glass
on the scenic route to nowhere
adjusting your butterfly float

falling past the lark & seagull sky
to be writ in shadows upon the
Black Chrysanthemum OCEAN even with
the sun out & the wind
I realized too late
              all that I no longer am yet at arm’s length
I had watched
                              & was shaped
a synthesis of Mexican beer & drifting
sand reflecting the end of not this world
but the next