Thus it was revealed
Palm
trees travel in packs of three
but
when the drink hits the fan
in
the middle of your
underwater
ballet lesson
the
resonance is as derivative a consequence
as
a ransom note
written in sea-green lipstick
Drizzle.
Splash. Trickle. Blink.
I
recorded every wing-
flap & fin-splash
from
Point
Sur to Topanga
with my Yater spoon strumming
the valves
& hinges
as
your kelp-lit eyes
ignited
the prevailing haze
Treading Water
The fog is drifting in now the
sidewalk is wet & the air tastes like
seawater
because that’s really what it is
what we are
damp & shimmering
in the first light
The Drift
I said I’d give all
7 and a half oceans
to know what you’re
thinking
tilted in the fog
like a bikini in the refrigerator
sweating out the last day of summer
sweating out the last day of summer
After You’ve Gone
Watching
wet foot
prints
evaporate
on
sun
bleached
pavement
