Attack of the 50 Foot Bikini

Tapping the static sky (tap
tap) opens up
six feet below the
pacific coast highway

rhythm & blues & red tide

broken glass wrapped in a blanket
“still trying to pronounce your name”

n   a   t   i   v   e       t   o   n   g   u   e   s

you can know & not know

besides the waist to chest high surf
& the plume of mist that drops
like a sledgehammer
on the pavement (sing it)

doo-wah ditty-dum, ditty-doom

paddling back to the
hard luck land of turquoise
to look for you