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
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