because Jim Castro said
I didn’t have the balls
I had the balls all
right but not the
brains to tell him to
go fuck himself
What was it 1972?
Way
out at the far end of space & timelessness
like
it was only yesterday, or the day before that
Are these the same blue eyes that learned to
read the tide that year at Playa del Rey?
Probably not given
what we is now
Anyway it was really Dockweiler Beach
the sewage effluent & the El Segundo refinery
made it a “special” place
I never
knew it any different
my
DNA all over that scene
I should have died in TJ that time
I had my ticket punched & everything
shuffling through the damp pages of every ocean
in the
backseat at 90 miles an hour
& she
was gazing out thru the windshield
inventing
thermodynamics
pictured as
a beautiful blue tide
rushing
in beneath the burnt-pink windows
of no place
special
like what’s
left when you drain the pool
&
I never noticed until someone mentioned
there
was blood all down the side of my face
