The moon sends a message
only the tide can read
You draw the lines
connect the rattling in yr head
to the rush of foam across
the sand
emerald & chrome
& raw strands of burnt
kelp methadone inside your
underwater ballet as if it was
me tapping on the glass
Kicking the Tires
How’d you
wrap yr head around a
theory of reverence like that
Did you test the water first or
just dive in beneath the
What’s your mother’s
& why scan the zodiac of
tears on the sleeve of a god
you never met
Never wanted to
spent that kind of coin
What made yr eye that dark
yr blood lit up & souls out of Erebus
Why pearls and the signature
neon when ocean haze
crawls out of eucalyptus
Was it silver caught the sun
glare squinting
some of us would like to know
Soaked in Bleach
Nobody walks here
we are all driven
that is to say we drove here
with expired plates & a leaky fuel pump
empty beer cans rolling around under the seats
just the right kind of music for those who prefer to
sleep behind the wheel while
standing on their heads
Black and blonde sand blown across the highway
Pismo to Mussel Shoals burning beach tar on a
roadside voodoo shrine as the wind bends
Why would I tell you where it is
damp petals unfolding
The name of the ocean sky
