to mere human sentiments”
stagelit streets descending
as in Tangier, or Todos Santos,
or an Albuquerque by the sea
with Jesus Christ riding across the beach
on a crocodile
although he looked more like Keith Richards to me
at sunset
with vinyl upholstery & tinted windows
transports me to Ryoan-ji
via iambic pentameter
& the Tijuana Sloughs
One step in any direction & everything is changed
(a pattern of damp footprints
suggesting the diagram of
some kind of suicide mambo
but without the music it’s hard to tell
