Dropping in on
one last mushy floater was
just going to
have to be enough
knees slightly
bent, arms hanging down, relaxed
Jack Christ on a
mule a seabreeze rattling the palm trees
great blue heron
heading east like Bodhidharma
signs &
wonders or what little Jimmy found
on the tideflats
I believe in the supremacy of rust
The Mask of the
Redeemer
late summer nights
that smell of burned fog
Sat right down
in the middle of the street
talking to
myself a trick I learned at the halfway house
it was the
Feast of St. Francis
The Blessing of
the Animals
a final
reckoning a photo opportunity
From the beach
you could just make out
a rolling left
break w/a bowl section
mas fina off the point shrouded in mist
Seafoam &
adrenalin in a mason jar tucked under yr arm
ars poetica made of time & water hecho de tiempo y agua
to be exact following
deer tracks in the wet sand
sworn to a sky
of turquoise and of silver
iron rebar
bleeding rust onto broken concrete
the roach of “whatever”
& the
descending of the tide
