Numb w/the
relentless details
you could bounce
a quarter off the sky
or break an
eyeball in a Mexican stand-off
w/the Three
Graces
which is reason enough to invoke
Tethys, Amphitrite, Kalypso,
& various lesser sea nymphs & mermaids
cascading
vertically on the steps
of an extended
vacation
sharpening a
southern accent w/a book of Latin
verses & a
coping saw
mumbling like no
one I know
on a
streetcorner in Venice Beach near Sherman Canal
saying “The
Egytians built the world’s first
canal almost 4
thousand years ago”
a fact that
inspires visions of the pharaohs carrying shovels
& walking
sideways
& who knows
what desire sleazing up w/the late
afternoon breeze
stirring the dust in yr brain
like a black
pajama death wish shuffling through beach sand
which could be a
heroic tragic
flaw if you’ve got the lungs for it
but with pinpoint hollow eyes reading Ecclesiastes
thru binoculars
in the grip of your own personal endless summer
with all
expenses paid
except one
