This one’s for the
bottle blonde with the suicide eyes
like what’s left when you drain the pool
bought out by Hollywood & Standard Oil
although the entire coastline still resembles
a Tijuana version of Chinatown
Will it still be here after eternity?
A man can play it that way for as long as
he can still unfold a map
or paddle out into the glassy
mid-tide sewage effluent
after a 3-day nocturne
littered with the leftovers
of some half-assed satanic
barbeque on the beach
assumes he can pick & choose his demons
Pale turquoise in the shallows gets
darker the farther out you go