Thursday, May 1, 2014

For the Marriage of Odysseus & the Coppertone Girl

Pier Pressure
The moon sends a message
only the tide can read
          You draw the lines
                   connect the rattling in yr head
to the rush of foam across
the sand
          emerald & chrome
& raw strands of burnt
                   kelp methadone inside your
underwater ballet as if it was
me tapping on the glass

Kicking the Tires
How’d you
wrap yr head around a
theory of reverence like that

Did you test the water first or
just dive in beneath the

What’s your mother’s
& why scan the zodiac of
tears on the sleeve of a god
you never met

Never wanted to
spent that kind of coin

What made yr eye that dark
yr blood lit up & souls out of Erebus

Why pearls and the signature
neon when ocean haze
crawls out of eucalyptus

Was it silver caught the sun
glare squinting

some of us would like to know

Soaked in Bleach
Nobody walks here

we are all driven

that is to say we drove here
with expired plates & a leaky fuel pump

empty beer cans rolling around under the seats

just the right kind of music for those who prefer to
sleep behind the wheel while
standing on their heads

Black and blonde sand blown across the highway
Pismo to Mussel Shoals burning beach tar on a
roadside voodoo shrine as the wind bends

Why would I tell you where it is

damp petals unfolding

The name of the ocean sky