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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

20,000 Leagues Beneath My Brain

The ocean rolls in
I mean waves
in one sweeping gesture
swept
            I mean later
Sunset
                       (use as directed)

Swimming inside a mist of haze
you have to tunnel thru it on the trail
―poison oak, gravel, air—
I mean breath which is moist & not unlike
velvet finally inside the pace, a step away,
see what happens

                                  SAYONARA

(What’s the worst that could happen?)

But it’s night now, nearly night
& the invocation is a rocking number
conceptually challenged
           w/mudslides & ballpeen hammers

full moonlit surf below the dark
parking lot as far as it will take you
& back