Thursday, January 12, 2012

Fire in the Sky

The morning
wedged into a corner of the window
still dark but light enough to
shut impatient dreams
delicately entwined
              The few lines I scribbled in the night
seem this morning to be written in sanskrit?
                              A leadpipe reckoning
                                                A little coffee & kerosene at low tide
Interior landscapes where I don’t find you
              & less than a mile from here
                              it all turns to glass
Pacific Overture
The dragon in the waves is our
connection to the East

The East is west of here
The Dalai Lama’s stoked
he’s got a California reggae garage version of
Mystery Train
going full blast in his head 24-7

I wonder how many sunsets it takes to
get that transparent