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
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
