PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Monday, February 24, 2014

To Our Lady of Wet Sand as she swims down from the parking lot naked beneath her tattoos & silver

Martian blue eyes
hypnotized by the sea
I guess beauty can only
cop a plea as the sky bleeds
like a jelly doughnut
& my sunglasses don’t
hide a thing
 
The Heart Sutra
inscribed on a grain of sand
reminds me of sipping a Primo
while listening to reggae music
in the Aloha Island Grille
on a dark night in February
with water in my ear

I may have looked like the
shroud of Turin but I felt just like
King Kong on a bender
teaching the nuns how to
cheat at liar’s dice
& bragging about surfing Todos Santos
w/a girl in my fist



 

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Mark It Zero

Did the tribal stomp & shuffle on the bluff
above the beach as the swell rolled in

heavy green water cut with foam

Dromedary days on the drought-stricken
central coast only make me thirsty

Hummingbird interrogates the red flowering aloe

Is there an answer for everything?

I didn’t think so
 

Monday, February 17, 2014

Slow on the Draw

1.  "True poetry is born out of the very
despair that the word is useless
and poetry is to be abandoned."
Shinkichi Takahashi

2.  The right word is as good as any other
if you say it like you mean it.

3.  Written language was invented by merchants
as a way to keep track of their wares.

Friday, February 14, 2014

The Confessions of St. Valentine

for Pamela

I used to calmly converse with the
vatos & their sisters
then reverse the charges

            Tequila w/salt tastes like blood I thought
                      & I never told that to anyone but you
                                 after first making sure that
                                             you weren't listening

& the way you return my dreams to their default settings
always careful not to spook the horses

            I never think about where you've been
                      although I often wonder where you are

your eyes catching the light just so

            like sun-dazzle on darkwater tide pools
                     when the seaweed is in bloom

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

This is what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps

It was the season of our savior’s
temptation in the desert
–he never could lay off the smack

The tai chi on the beach only confused me
I thought they were doing a slow motion watusi
to a Roy Orbison record playing backwards

I was dragging the Meister Eckhart Signature-Edition Longboard
through the sand feeling like the Ottoman empire in decline
yet somehow loaded with Chinese bells & whistles

& the warmth of the late winter pavement beneath my feet
felt like a debt repaid beneath the hazy blue sky where
gulls decide who will be left behind

& just the rumor of a breeze
gives the eucalyptus trees something to talk about

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Mollusks at the Gate

The sky is stomping grapes
& bending the silverware into interesting
shapes                       
            the light returning
e quel remir if you want to get
hung up on it

The leaves full of voices
murmuring & disconsolate

& the light as it might reflect upon an alabaster nude
(choose the sex that works for you)

The eucalyptus leaves trembling in the wind
full of voices

a carefully shattered attention
disconsolate, perhaps
depending from a thread of smoke

Seaside diorama, surfboard in a bottle, & the light
suffused in haze
lamplight
thru a near transparent silk curtain
silver in shadow
la luz de Oriente
in a sharkskin bikini