Sometimes
the mist drifts by like a great whale
other
times it’s more like a Martian landing party
at
Oxnard Shores
burning
oil on the road to the land of the dead
A wind went by
just now
it
had traveled across the vast Pacific
sprinted
over the beach at Cowell’s & up Ocean
Street
stumbled thru a few palm trees here
on
Wipeout Avenue
& continued on out
to Donner Pass
future
beach front property if the Mayans were right
Wind rippling thru the venetian
blinds
w/ trouble in mind blues imitating
Samoa
while a ghost thing like love
tosses
shadows like spare change across the
sidewalk outside the Kung Fu Taqueria
representing
something that must remain casually unresolved
locked
away where the seabreeze goes
when
it isn’t here...
A southwest swell building
in overnight
I can feel it in my knees
The dawn’s first light /
a match struck
on beach pavement
& then the mist & the silk & the neoprene
w/plumes of adrenalin like gasoline
setting fire to the kelp grove
in advance of the
full-rail cutback
boiling ocean poppies
the name of the morning sky
