Spin Cycle

Anyone's permutations anymore than my own
sleepwalking from Tehuantepec to Kubla Khan
loaded to the springs

Early morning spillover of pearl gray light
wind cold off the water
too greasy to surf Purgatory Point

               The specific gravity of a rainy day
                        charting alternate routes to nowhere

Practicing the old soft shoe as they used to say
old wounds, telepathic radio & paraphernalias
a kool-aid bubble w/a sea scum shine

& all of it riding off into the sunset
behind the wheel of an El Ranchero hand grenade
as the credits roll up into the bruised pink haze
drenched in gasoline
bottled at the source