Friday, April 18, 2014

Selling Books for Drugs

Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
                                                          – Catullus

The octopus has eight arms
three hearts
& an internal combustion engine
but if you look behind the
beach tar mascara
you’ll find eyes that exhibit the same
variable high cloudiness that
defines the sky this time of day
reinventing the concrete
drizzled in pale light
hypnotizing seagulls
& even with the surf feathering out
& engines idling in the cypress
variegated syllables of sand & foam
reclaim the streets
& whatever is buried beneath the
kelp grove is going to have to stay there
& speaking of sea monsters
how is it that I find myself lurking
in the wavy depths of your eyes
when I should be breathing fire & devouring
whole sections of the coast highway
as palm trees rattle & sway
like love at first sight