Five Toes Over

Strains of an offshore zydeco riding in on the waves
                                                Not many Cajuns in the line-up
              the jetty painted by autumnal tides & the moon
                                                tracing the brush strokes back to
                              a purpose, a meaning
                                                                          I can only guess at, I guess
& cash in on seven deadly sins plus one that’s really beautiful
                              like driving to Chinatown
                                                                                  for tacos
hypnotized by the pearl you wear around your neck
                              embalmed in sea mist all summer long
              with nothing but a plastic spoon to dig your way out

great music at three in the morning

              palm trees bending to drink from your cupped hands