Monday, April 8, 2013

Leaning into it

I took the easy way out
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