Monday, October 26, 2015

My tendency to trespass vs the neon palette of sunset

Leafy elegance light & shadow late afternoon still warm & shimmering
low frequency windy music

If anything exists outside of this I wonder what it could be

Monarch butterflies hooked on milkweed & fog & Fats Navarro records

Cement clouds hoisted above the beach

(a complex system of cables, wires & pulleys hard at work behind the scene)

Tufts of dry yellow grass, dead thistle, cracked pavement
& a gathering of monastic eucalyptus trees speaking in tongues
alongside the sand gravel path that leads to the beach below

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Feeling Moonlit

Water, sand, foam
where that sparkle lives
I wouldn't say it was obvious
altho it was & is

guarded secrets & lug wrenches
take up a good deal of our time here
gargling the seven seas plus one other

O oceans of earth & sky
under the influence of a subtropical depression
& the flowering darkness that sleeps inside
stones cobbled along the shore
This must be the place where St. Francis tamed the
wolves she said            & now the rushing whisper of
seashells is all that remains
Time bending space
bent palm
trees in their infinite
wisdom never
made a sound

              October 20 - birthday of both Arthur Rimbaud
              & Philip Whalen

Friday, October 9, 2015

Some Might Say

I like how you turn your head away
when I say I love the way the light
leans against your cheek
Kabuki-style in the parking lot at Taqueria Las Palmas

blue sky zooming in low w/neon highlights


Nasturtium leaves moist, dew-laden, be-jeweled
tremble in that kind of light

Eucalyptus whispers in the looming mist of fog that
rides in with the evening tide
& I'm doing my Wild Man of Borneo routine
the pavement turning to sand beneath my feet

Sometimes you're like a balcony I can leap from

other times you're like a glass of water I'm diving into
from an impossible height

Thursday, October 1, 2015

A History of Violence

The amateur hunchback at Clyde's Richfield U-Haul
corner of Venice & Lincoln
& the out-of-work hairdresser
w/the Jack of Hearts hidden in her kimono sleeve
raking the church parking lot w/eyes like stolen flashlights
begging to be seen & forgotten

Music piped in from Arcturus pre-recorded for broadcast
at a predetermined time no matter how the light bends

A single word read sideways
yr ticket to "Da Poemz"

& the next thing you know you're walking tiptoe
thru the ruins of Western Civilization

with headphones on