I swallowed some
seaweed laced with
30-weight oil
then
pulled out my
guitar & sang Allah Be Good
launching into a
prowling mambo
like Chuck Berry
on Mexican radio
I got religion
somewhere between the
second chorus
& the freak-out section
but I gave it
away to someone who needed it
I was still
dancing when they took me home
Bonnie Moronie,
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Twist & Shout
I said we have
to spill a little something here
in honor of the
dead
You handed me a
can of Diet Dr. Pepper
You were wearing
a t-shirt that resembled the
Pacific Coast
Highway
awash in
sunlight & doom
& I was replacing
riptide intervals of shattered glass
w/the
silver-green ripple sound
of eucalyptus
of eucalyptus
