Mung Taco

1001 reasons why
the bastard offspring of Emily
Dickinson & Arthur Rimbaud
                              grew up to be a cross between
              the Dude & Charles Bukowski
or is it a cross between Jacques Cousteau
              & the Wu-Tang Clan?

Last night I watched the moon
wash up on the beach
in the rain
                              the blonde sand exhaling

I figured the evening star is jade
jaded
              a deep green edge
with which to
                              benchpress the winter sky

the way it rhymes with the Pacific deeps

those big kelp shoulders & monsoon eyes
promise me the company of the lost