somebody’s
neat idea
so
that later we get rain
&
abalone shell ear-rings
(mother
of pearl)
&
chop suey w/a Spanish accent
Joanne
told me, “You have 4 voices,
but
you should have at least 8,
&
one of them should be mine.”
“That out of three sounds be frame, not a
fourth sound, but a star”
― Robert Browning
(A
damsel in distress drifts past, unseen,
her sad tattoos & pedicure,
her sad tattoos & pedicure,
3:45
p.m., back of Taqueria Vallarta, knowing every step
including
the slide & pivot & exactly where that might take you)
“From
the beach take Ocean Street & turn
right on Wipeout Avenue
we’re halfway down the
block on the right”
ventriloquism,
Elvis the Revelator, & Bolinas gas money
―these
things still have to be sorted out somehow but
the
day just got away from me…
Voices in the palm leaves
crooked
sunlight
bending in through the rain
