& that scramble of clouds above
Pacific Pipe Works & the methadone transfer facility
Luanne, Tyrone, Miss Betty Blue & the Aloha crew
sporting Santeria ink & telling tales of drunkeness
& cruelty
like Ray Davies in the summertime
& I’m counting down from The Odyssey to
The Book of Nods on a ship-to-shore set-up
which looks like something leftover from Blade Runner
that washed up on the shore in Tahiti sometime in the
late 19th century not unlike a lost poem by Rimbaud
in a bottle
& the light gets heavy on the coast
& the light gets heavy on the coast
as we drift from one side of the beach to the other
one grain of sand at a time
