Beach Concrete Luau

A kind of highgrade buzz
              bombs out while
the Oracle smokes a cigarette
                        between The Terraplane Blues
& Tales of Brave Ulysses
              a trance dance inverted
as the acceptance of
                        only that which I expect
what lives on to carry
              that weight I mean
w/half-expected music
                        ain’t that much to
stumble thru on our way
              for what else we learn to regret
the thought & footsteps
                        followed or not
is to move in circles
              a task or pretense
as such the sky driven to
                        metallic burnt-orange brocade
w/ropes of seaweed
              ripple & flap
                        as we pitch the empties
into the abyss