one
step forward, three steps back.
My
heart on a shelf in the discount aisle
the
late afternoon wind
revising
the weather map.
Changed
the bandages in the rest
room
of a Shell Station.
Kept
my shades on in the Ebb Tide.
“Poured
we libations unto each the dead.”
A
glass of beer & a shot of bourbon.
Blind
graybeard black dude
Tiresias
Theban.
The
fading blue
sky
my only reference point.
A
Chevelle Super Sport burning oil
in
the parking lot.
Eddie
said “You should always take
four
of anything.” There were only three
to
choose from—in the name of the father,
&
of the son, & Zuma
Beach. I had a one-way ticket.
Hiding
my tattoos behind a forged
prescription
at the pharmacy. It is
always
summertime
somewhere.
