The spaceship
touches down
on the bluff
above the beach
but I’m not
worried I got
1) a machete in
the car
2) a bottle of pharmaceutical
grade tequila
3) & you
looking
like Ava Gardner
in The
Night of the Iguana
Today is
Thursday but it feels more like Taco Tuesday
diving into a
puddle of wet sand
& surfacing
like the Jack of Hearts
while stolen
shoes & a hand-carved contingency plan might
alleviate the
symptoms
we’re still hollow-eyed lifers
testing the
water on the last coast on earth
& we’ll be
here as long as the gods keep sending us these
postcard sunsets
signed with love
which is something
you find reassuring somehow
but it’s not
that kind of love
