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