I said, Snap off a piece of this & save it for
later, then made a u-turn at Devil’s Slide
just because I could
father, son & hungry ghost
all blue, all silver, all dipped in goat milk
afraid the phone might ring
in the middle of your daily hallucination
impervious
The late afternoon sparkle on the water
the surf swamped out by the tide
you can’t know any more than that
Insanity Cruz, California
you are the sand in my sombrero
just a sad, busted up time, I know, & nothing
that can be said makes any difference
so I’ll say it anyway
& sign up for lessons at the gas station
bending like a single blade of grass beneath
the weight of a thousand shadows