Magic fire wheel
dragons in the seafoam
like votive
candles flickering on the steps
of a Mexican
church
the sky all
decked out in turquoise & silver
I was feeling as
responsible as a Hawaiian cocktail
spilled on the
sidewalk at the foot of the pier
“Bone chance” as
the Frenchman said
Salt mist
leaning against the seawall like
a water damaged
copy of the Manchurian Surf Almanac
Seashells in the
sand, maybe diamonds
&
writswatches…
It was Tuesday
morning but felt like Sunday afternoon
Every card in
the deck was the Jack of Hearts
& every
blade of sand spoke Latin
w/a Japanese
accent
