A wine-stained tombstone cutback
w/a kamikaze cross-step
however
improbable
believes in
itself.
Everything
I know I learned at the movies
but
I didn’t mean it that way.
Darkwater eyes blinking in the sun
as slick waves
tumble into foam.
I
thought I could taste tequila
& feel the warmth of concrete
radiating up
thru my sneakers
at midnight
on
a street I didn’t recognize.
Just me &
“The Poems”
on
the wrong side of the beach
looking for a needle in the sand.
Miracles happen
when god makes the impossible
possible. Breathing is essential,
I suppose,
although often impractical.
A day half buried in the sand
half washed
away in the tide.
“I didn’t even
realize it was happening
& then it
was done.”
November 19,
2013. The mind opens & shuts.
I seem to have
lost a day.
