breathing the tropical ambience on Beach
Street
A
day of hollow music & indecision
inside the windy ruins of our
once
& future resolve (Mexico)
although the swaying palm trees up the ante
with
their preconceived notion of fate
Our dreams hanging like heretics
from
the high-tension wires
& a not-so-simple walk to the liquor
store
sets
the skate wheels in my head to spinningIt’s dark in there but I’m feeling like a flashlight
on
a moonless night
the power gone & the rain
sweeping
in from the south
