Sand in the Grooves

It Feels Like Nowhere
A little recombinant DNA & a coke please
Costa Azul           Pacific Gas & Electric
Infinite space rattles between my ears
I have a name & a number but no money
& I often think tacos & beer at dawn

Going Coastal
A northwest swell brings waist to head high surf
during the more favorable tides
Then the wind shifts & the mind goes blank
like a made-for-TV movie

27 Shades of Kool-Aid
I often think silver & steel, chrome & velvet, the
vaulted cathedral architecture beneath the pier
at half past sunset as the fog steps down
deeper than did ever plummet sound