Sacred relics that glow in the dark
adorned w/rust & beach tar
rolling around beneath the seat of a
faded green El Camino
heading south on the PCH
w/pomp & circumstantial evidence
Every time I check under the hood I'm surprised that the
engine is still there
a marvelous contraption streaked with
red & green paint,
oil & grease,
the metal ticking as it cools
The road hums inside a cloak of sea mist that
thins out as the sun climbs into a flat blue sky
as though it was a litmus test gone terribly wrong...
Some folks keep track of the seasons by
watching trees & plants
I just look at the way the light plays on the
surface of the ocean
listening to seagulls riffing on something
Fats Navarro played in 1950
recorded a week before he died
& the wind shifts offshore to hollow out the waves
that Spring morning at Playa San Pedrito
as I drained the last of the tequila & w/numb fingers
unlaced my sneakers
Some things are given to you
while other things are taken away
Fool's Day 2016