Monday, September 6, 2010
The sand shifts beneath the wash of waves. I test the water, thinking of all the shadows I had to step through to get here. What about the hall of mirrors between my ears? Just another attraction at the deserted amusement park that wears my shoes. A slow sky bending back over the ferris wheel, the loop, the bumper cars, immaculate greenery, weeds, broken glass, gold teeth, Pompeii, Hermosa Beach, Teotihuacàn, a whalebone cello w/barbedwire strings, barefoot eucalyptus spiderwebs, warm beer at 3 in the morning, & all of it thereby assembled like an ancient alphabet. The steam-driven calliope churning underwater. Bells in the kelp grove. Greek astronomy. Lee Marvin. A slab of concrete rotting on the beach. I’ve got a hymnal full of the stuff. All tricked out & rationalized like a full-metal bikini swamp shimmering in the dark.