Some things are
best said without words
your tears for
example told me more
than I ever wanted
to know
& not unlike
spilling rosary beads into a
lifesize replica
of the Pacific Ocean
parked near the
intersection of Wipeout & Windward
which I often
referred to as “Wind Word”
seeing as my
shoelaces were untied & ¿Que te
parece, Cholita?
as they say on a
moonless night at high noon in Beach Flats
Pee-Wee, Paco,
Esmerelda, & Lupe as he was known then
though of Irish
extraction aptly nicknamed Weasel
on the streets
of Santa Monica in or around 1974
died of unspecified
“complications” as we all must I guess
everyone shocked
or amused flip a coin
Something to do
with prying off bumper stickers
on days when the
asphalt sagged beneath the weight of an
obscure sky “Earthquake
Weather” they called it
warning that the
California coast would eventually
slip into the
sea & not a moment too soon
