Secret Formula

sleepwalking the palisades
UNLACE THE FLAMES
& rusty drill-bits

The horizon’s a Mexican suicide
still breathing

as we get bent on
night stars, Ventura radio
& the turquoise narrative

strumming the tide

all over the map of forever
punching holes in your
aura which includes pearl blossoms,
seagulls, mariachis, raingutters,
trombone skeletons, foglights,
mermaids
                        & every blade of sand